One June day in England, the animals rise up in revolt. The pigs take charge of the new regime, and the chief pigs, Snowball and Napoleon, post a set of commandments: “Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend. All animals are equal.” Time passes, the rain washes the commandments away, and the cynical old donkey can still make out one altered line: “All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.” Orwell’s timeless satire of revolution betrayed.