The shriek was followed by another, louder and yet more agonizing..for once started upon that journey, the hog never came back. One by one the men hooked up the hogs and slit their throats. There was a line of hogs with squeals and lifeblood ebbing away.. until at last each vanished into a huge vat of boiling water (some still alive). The hogs were so innocent. They came so very trustingly. They were so very human in their protests. They had done nothing to deserve it.
in the book THE JUNGLE.
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as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.
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(in reference to the death by ruptured kidney
and other factors after the clubbing of Nathaniel Jones
by 2 Cincinnati policemen).
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and then served his dead body with artichokes.
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An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.
When I step out of the role you have written for me
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When I step out of the role you have written for me
you make me feel like a plagiarist.
from the play Jake's Women.
