He had a thick, sprouting moustache, absurdly too big for his body, rather like the moustache of a comic man in the films
From the very beginning of the text, I feel that Orwell successfully introduces his idea of the irony of the British empire, by using the death of a prisoner to demonstrate this.
He stepped slightly aside to avoid a puddle in the path
As the prisoner is led to the gallows he makes a mundane movement and yet it is the catalyst for Orwell’s epiphany that changes his outlook on the imperial structure
Ram! Ram! Ram! Ram!
Right before he dies, in a last attempt at insubordination, the prisoner begins crying out to his god, in a prayer showing that the empire will never completely take over.
We all had a drink together, native and European alike, quite amicably. The dead man was a hundred yards away.
In the end of the essay, Orwell tells us of the unlikely cameraderie between the people involved in this hanging, but also highlights the impossibility of true friendship