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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They did the little boy turkey named Art... choke
and then served his dead body with artichokes.
They did the little boy turkey named Art... choke
and then served his dead body with artichokes.
Abuse is the weapon of the vulgar.
Abuse is the weapon of the vulgar.
I never yet heard man or woman much abused that I was not inclined to think the better of them, read more
I never yet heard man or woman much abused that I was not inclined to think the better of them, and to transfer the suspicion or dislike to the one who found pleasure in pointing out the defects of another.
There are none more abusive to others than they that lie most open to it themselves; but the humor goes read more
There are none more abusive to others than they that lie most open to it themselves; but the humor goes round, and he that laughs at me today will have somebody to laugh at him tomorrow.
Government is force, legalized plunder.
Government is force, legalized plunder.
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The best security against revolution is in constant correction of abuses and the introduction of needed improvements. It is the neglect of timely repair that makes rebuilding necessary.
Whipping and abuse are like laudanum; you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.
Whipping and abuse are like laudanum; you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.
When I step out of the role you have written for me
you make me feel like a plagiarist.
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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.
My uncle never met an animal he didn't want to kill.
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My uncle never met an animal he didn't want to kill.
(on Book TV).
