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I'm so spoiled in this information age. It's so vexing that I can't just put my hands on a copy of Jacintha Buddicom's letter describing a youthful Eric Blair's attempt to rape her. I don't want to read any more descriptions or interpretations of the letter, especially not any more rape myths dragged out to protect George Orwell's honour; I want to read her words for myself. (And I shall, the next time I can get to the National Library.)