If one harbours anywhere in one's mind a nationalistic loyalty or hatred, certain facts, although in a sense known to be true, are inadmissible.
George OrwellRead
I loathed the game, and since I could see no pleasure or usefulness in it, it was very difficult for me to show courage at it. Football, it seemed to me, is not really played for the pleasure of kicking a ball about, but is a species of fighting.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the idea that competitive activities like football may be more about conflict than enjoyment.
In this quote, George Orwell expresses his disdain for football by suggesting that it is not just a game, but rather a form of combat. He implies that the violence and competitiveness inherent in the sport overshadow its potential for joy and recreation, making it challenging for him to participate with enthusiasm or bravery.
In practice
During a discussion on the nature of competition in sports, this quote could highlight a different perspective on athletic activities.
If one harbours anywhere in one's mind a nationalistic loyalty or hatred, certain facts, although in a sense known to be true, are inadmissible.
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