Soo true.

As I read the Orwell version of Why I Write, I was conflicted, as I could not tell if he was addressing an audience, me, or if he was merely engaged in a self-reflection. I would argue that it was a little bit of both at times. One moment that I felt that he was truly addressing me, the reader was when he was talking about the intrinsic motivations of becoming a writer. These seemed quite accurate to me as I know that if given a choice topic, I would often choose something historical or political.  On the Dideon, the way he crafted his introduction was brilliant to me, using a sensory experience that he then forces on the reader to forge the original syntax that would be used throughout the entire essay.