(In which, by popular request, we revive the fabled Orwell series.)
Unless the India Office takes steps to prevent it, I am in all probability going to India for about a year quite shortly. It is a frightful bore and I have seldom wanted to do anything less, but I feel that it is an opportunity to see interesting things and that I should afterwards curse myself if I didn’t go. I wish it didn’t come at this moment, because I particularly wanted to vegetate for a few months, look after the garden etc and think about my next novel. I am afraid I don’t just at the moment see how exactly you connect up with the Aryan Path. I always had a vague idea it had to do with theosophy. The only bit of advice I can give is that on a number of occasions when someone suddenly turned the light up the ectoplasm turned out to be butter-muslin. But I have always thought there might be a lot of cash in starting a new religion, and we’ll talk it over some time. Looking forward to seeing you on Saturday.
—George Orwell, letter to Jack Common, February 1938