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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My uncle never met an animal he didn't want to kill.
(on Book TV).
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(on Book TV).
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A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it.
It is often better not to see an insult than to avenge it.
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If there is justice with no mercy, Ira Flatow
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If there is justice with no mercy, Ira Flatow
will have to come back countless times as
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Wars damage the civilian society as much
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Wars damage the civilian society as much
as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.
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.
I haven't touched my brother in almost 18 years.
(in reference to cruel prison regulations in Mansfield Ohio
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I haven't touched my brother in almost 18 years.
(in reference to cruel prison regulations in Mansfield Ohio
prison)
http://www.kennyisinnocent.org
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A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
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A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.
