An interesting aspect of art in contexts other than the overall plan to increase the resources of the vagueness of the. And it was at this moment, as I stood there with the rifle in my hands, that I first grasped the hollowness, the futility of the white man's dominion in the East. But I could get nothing into perspective. George Orwell's “Shooting an Elephant,” deals with the evil side of imperialism. It is a problem how could he control his employees to perform their jobs. Fax: (616) 771-0490 The Burmese sub-inspector and some Indian constables were waiting for me in the quarter where the elephant had been seen. I had already sent back the pony, not wanting it to go mad with fright and throw me if it smelt the elephant. The older men said I was right, the younger men said it was a damn shame to shoot an elephant for killing a coolie, because an elephant was worth more than any damn Coringhee coolie. For at that moment, with the crowd watching me, I was not afraid in the ordinary sense, as I would have been if I had been alone. The rifle was a beautiful German thing with cross-hair sights. He trumpeted, for the first and only time.
The orderly came back in a few minutes with a rifle and five cartridges, and meanwhile some Burmans had arrived and told us that the elephant was in the paddy fields below, only a few hundred yards away.
I ought to walk up to within, say, twenty-five yards of the elephant and test his behavior. It seemed dreadful to see the great beast Lying there, powerless to move and yet powerless to die, and not even to be able to finish him. …………………………………………………………………… For it is the condition of his rule that he shall spend his life in trying to impress the "natives," and so in every crisis he has got to do what the "natives" expect of him. They did not like me, but with the magical rifle in my hands I was momentarily worth watching. Besides, legally I had done the right thing, for a mad elephant has to be killed, like a mad dog, if its owner fails to control it.