Quote by George Orwell

- Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.- Never use a long word where a short one will do.- If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.- Never use the passive where you can use the active.- Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.- Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.


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Summary

This quote from George Orwell emphasizes the importance of using clear and direct language in writing. Orwell advises against relying on clichéd language, unnecessary complexity, redundancy, passive voice, obscure terminology, or pretentiousness. Instead, he encourages using simple and familiar words, eliminating unnecessary words, and conveying thoughts directly. While these guidelines are helpful, Orwell acknowledges that it is acceptable to break these rules if it prevents the use of truly offensive or inappropriate language. Overall, the quote urges writers to prioritize clarity and honesty in their communication.

By George Orwell
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