"They exist to be used ..."

When did a sheep last die of old age? Sheep do not own themselves, do not own their lives. They exist to be used, every last ounce of them, their flesh to be eaten, their bones to be crushed and fed to poultry. Nothing escapes, except perhaps the gall bladder, which no one will eat. Descartes should have thought of that. The soul, suspended in the dark, bitter gall, hiding. -Disgrace, J. M. Coetzee

Finished the book today. It's the first Coetzee book I've ever read. Really amazing--unsympathetic characters one can actually empathize with.

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