“Cruelty stares at me from the butcher's face. I tread amidst carcasses. I am in the presence of the slain. The death-set eyes of beasts peer at me and accuse me of belonging to the race of murderers. Quartered, disembowelled creatures on suspended hooks plead with me. I feel myself dispossessed of the divinity.”

— Amos Bronson Alcott

Journals https://books.google.it/books?id=fzRaAAAAMAAJ, Port Washington, NY: Kennikat Press, 1938, Volume 1, p. 115.

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American teacher and writer 1799–1888

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