Animal Farm Monologue

Comrades, I am very thankful that you have all come and decided to meet me here, atop this knoll, where, twice, all your sweat and blood was put into building a windmill. I know that you do not trust me, but I hope Clover who has called you here, and has all your respect and confidence, will give you enough reason to believe in what I have to share with you all today. Besides, I know that you are thinking I am looking for something that might restore that honour I lost or try to regain some power, but what I have to say isn’t about me. I only came to speak with your best interest in mind. I came to speak in respect of one of this farm’s greatest thinkers. Last night, I had a dream, well, it was more a memory than a dream, but it was so

I dreamt or remembered when we all sat around Old Major and listened to him talk to us about his dream, of a rebellion. As we sang the song of rebellion that night, we each dreamt of a future where we all lived merry lives without man’s oppression, grazing the green fields of England and hopping about. Do you still dream of that dream? Young ones - young comrades - what comes to your minds when you think of rebellion and freedom? You think of a farm where Pigs are saluted, where you sing of one certain pig like he is the master. You think of endless work and harsh labour, that doesn’t show in your rations. As for me, running and hiding here and there, trying to stay alive and scour for food. What is the nature of this life of ours still? What has happened to that dream? This is certainly not the life we have envisioned for ourselves. Is this type of living the reason we fought so hard to chase the humans off? [Chuckle/sigh]I guess chasing the humans off wasn’t the only step to freedom and liberty. Those humans didn’t leave with all their ways of life, they left

They have betrayed our trusts, they let greed crawl its way into their hearts and settle in their minds. They let themselves live through the evil ways of man. They let you live in a delusion, a delusion you are living a privileged life. They forgot the dream. The dream, comrades, the dream that you also have so easily given up on now, will not simply fall from the sky, instead we will have to plant its seed from within us. We will grow and nurture it with our sweat and blood, and slowly will the beautiful lively leaves spurt out, loyalty, belief, confidence and commitment [pause]. Young comrades, your doubt filled faces tell me you don't wish to relive the last rebellion, the torment, and torture, but this uprising will not be so, there will be the great feeling of comradeship and of being part of a greater group. If we hold onto this, no force, no powerfully corrupting force, in this world will take that from us. You young comrades are our only hope, the faith and courage, the living guarantee of the future. With you, the dream won't just be an empty idea, an empty formalism, or just an inside plan. You are the blood of our blood, the flesh of our flesh, and the spirit of our