Haven't posted in a while. Thought I'd post here. Finished 'The Road To Wigan Pier' by George Orwell after not reading for a while. Orwell has never failed to blow my mind. The content of this fantastic book is as relevant today as it was back then. Especially if you are in the UK and working class. Small luxuries, the reason I still smoke when the bank is empty. Would it not be better if they spent more money on wholesome things like oranges and wholemeal bread or if they even, like the writer of the letter to the New Statesman, saved on fuel and ate their carrots raw? Yes, it would, but the point is that no ordinary human being is ever going to do such a thing. The ordinary human being would sooner starve than live on brown bread and raw carrots. And the peculiar evil is this, that the less money you have, the less inclined you feel to spend it on wholesome food. A millionaire may enjoy breakfasting off orange juice and Ryvita biscuits; an unemployed man doesn't. Here the tendency of which I spoke at the end of the last chapter comes into play. When you are unemployed, which is to say when you are underfed, harassed, bored, and miserable, you don't want to eat dull wholesome food. You want something a little bit 'tasty'. There is always some cheaply pleasant thing to tempt you. George Orwell, The Road to Wigan Pier Sent from my PCT-L29 using Grasscity Forum mobile app