“Go to the meat-market of a Saturday night & see the crowds of live bipeds staring up at the long rows of dead quadrupeds. Does not that sight take a tooth out of the cannibal's jaw? I tell you it will be more tolerable for the Fejee that salted down a lean missionary in his cellar against a coming famine, in the day of judgment than for thee, civilized and enlightened gourmand, who nailest geese to the ground and feasted on their bloated livers in thy pate-de-foie-gras.” – Herman Melville