This same laughter is the laughter the narrator cannot escape throughout the piece. It causes the author to be conflicted between becoming the object of the mob’s disappointment and anger, or shooting the elephant, a creature that he knows that should be left alone. Orwell even goes farther to show that this crowd isn’t merely a “Burmese crowd” or even more vaguely an “Asian crowd” as opposed to their European counterpart. It is an ordinary, generic crowd, behaving like a normal crowd. Crowds have an inverse relationship: as the size of the crowd increases, the less and less reason the crowd has. Also, they tend to increase the collective resentment against some arbitrary victim, here either the narrator himself, conspicuous because of his office, or the elephant, a convenient substitute and safer because, as a non-human, it tends to be blamed for more things with less
This same laughter is the laughter the narrator cannot escape throughout the piece. It causes the author to be conflicted between becoming the object of the mob’s disappointment and anger, or shooting the elephant, a creature that he knows that should be left alone. Orwell even goes farther to show that this crowd isn’t merely a “Burmese crowd” or even more vaguely an “Asian crowd” as opposed to their European counterpart. It is an ordinary, generic crowd, behaving like a normal crowd. Crowds have an inverse relationship: as the size of the crowd increases, the less and less reason the crowd has. Also, they tend to increase the collective resentment against some arbitrary victim, here either the narrator himself, conspicuous because of his office, or the elephant, a convenient substitute and safer because, as a non-human, it tends to be blamed for more things with less