“For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?”—T.S. Eliot - The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock
“Buying food in a store or restaurant is the culmination of a long process, of which all but the end product is delicately screened from our eyes. We buy our meat and poultry in neat plastic packages. It hardly bleeds. There is no reason to associate this package with a living, breathing, walking, suffering animal. The very words we use conceal its origin: we eat beef, not bull, steer or cow, and pork, not pig - although for some reason we seem to find it easier to face the true nature of a leg of a lamb.”—from Peter Singer: Animal Liberation (new edition)