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.
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Calculated risks of abuse are taken in order to preserve higher values.
Calculated risks of abuse are taken in order to preserve higher values.
My uncle never met an animal he didn't want to kill.
(on Book TV).
My uncle never met an animal he didn't want to kill.
(on Book TV).
An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.
An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.
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
a lab rat for all the cruelty he has promoted on NPR.
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.
Government is force, legalized plunder.
Government is force, legalized plunder.
I do not waste my time in answering abuse; I thrive under it like a field that benefits from manure.
I do not waste my time in answering abuse; I thrive under it like a field that benefits from manure.
There are none more abusive to others than they that lie most open to it themselves; but the humor goes read more
There are none more abusive to others than they that lie most open to it themselves; but the humor goes round, and he that laughs at me today will have somebody to laugh at him tomorrow.
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.
