More than forgotten by the eaten of animals, according to Kafka, animal bodies carried the burden of the forgotten of all our sides we wanted to forget. If we want to deny one side of our nature, we...
The power brokers of factory farming know that their business model depends on consumers not being able to see {or hear about} what they do.
The author mentions in the book, as in one of the commemorative notes left after a visit to the slaughterhouse, one of the children visiting her wrote: "Thank you for the pig eyes". In fact, we could...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all...
the full fury of his storming countenance with its rugged overhang of gullied forehead and huge crag...