And there is another feeling that is great consolation in poverty. I believe everyone who has been hard up has experienced it. It is a feeling of relief, almost of pleasure, at knowing yourself at last genuinely down and out. You have talked so often of going to the dogs--and well, here are the dogs, and you have reached them, and you can stand it. It takes off a lot of anxiety.
From a section where Orwell and his friend Boris are looking for work. Boris gives him this advice:
"Appearance--appearance is everything, mon ami. Give me a new suit and I will borrow a thousand francs by dinner-time. What a pity I did not buy a collar when we had money. I turned my collar inside out this morning; but what is the use, one side is as dirty as the other. Do you think I look hungry, mon ami?"
"You look pale."
"Curse it, what can one do on bread and potatoes? It is fatal to look hungry. It makes people want to kick you. . ."
He stopped at the jeweller's window and smacked his cheeks sharply to bring the blood into them. Then before the flush has faded, we hurried to into the restaurant and introduced ourselves to the patron.