Orwell wrote about all the important human experiences possible, including youth, poverty, begging, jail, politics of course and various aspects of society, recounting both his stealing and his police work, up to executions, war, etc. One of his most poignant testimony is in the hospital, with an Orwellian title that summarizes it all: How the poor die. Having myself spent quite some time of late in this environment, I found it entertaining throughout the long hours I was contemplating at the walls and the various people passing by, to compare my own experience with what Orwell immortalized in a French hospital at the beginning of the last century. This text is available as such or with illustrations, some of them being unceremonious and possibly troubling, so click with care.
The first difference, and it is a welcomed one, is that the fitting title of Orwell that captured the condition of the 20th-century society, would be outrageous nowadays. Although I have been convinced by Audrey Vernon that we, common people, are still poor, and that I have crossed death's path during my stay, my experience is much more mundane and