The passage above, one of the 'juiciest' from the book, is from George Orwell's 'Burmese Days', 1934 that I have read from cover to cover, primarily because of his essay 'Shooting an Elephant', 1936.
The book is slightly depressing and also little boring.
Therefore, I was quite pleasantly surprised to find the following cover of one of its editions. If I had read this version, some electricity- emanating from the cover- would have flowed though my body!
Apparently it's an attempt to