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.

The shriek was followed by another, louder and yet more agonizing..for once started upon that journey, the hog never came read more

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.

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.

If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relation to do the read more

If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relation to do the business.

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.

One may be continually abusive without saying any thing just; but one cannot be always laughing at a man without read more

One may be continually abusive without saying any thing just; but one cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

There is no greater breach of the public trust than knowingly misleading the country into war. In a democracy, we read more

There is no greater breach of the public trust than knowingly misleading the country into war. In a democracy, we simply cannot tolerate the abuse of this trust by the government.

Wars damage the civilian society as much
as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.

Wars damage the civilian society as much
as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake read more

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.