“Killing was a relatively simple matter--a blow to the head, a knife to the throat--complicated only by how much one cared about… — William Cronon Copy Share Image
Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his essence, is obviously being annihilated… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
