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“We cut the throat of a calf and hang it up by the heels to bleed to death so that our veal cutlet may be white; we nail geese to a board and cram them with food because we like the taste of liver disease; we tear birds to pieces to decorate our women's hats; we mutilate domestic animals for no reason at all except to follow an instinctively cruel fashion; and we connive at the most abominable tortures in the hope of discovering some magical cure for our own diseases by them.”

Quote by George Bernard Shaw

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George Bernard Shaw: Collected Articles, Lectures, Essays and Letters: Thoughts and Studies from the Renowned Dramaturge and Author of Mrs. Warren’s Profession, Pygmalion, Arms and The Man, Saint Joan, Caesar and Cleopatra, Androcles And The Lion

George Bernard Shaw: Collected Articles, Lectures, Essays and Letters is a compilation that highlights the extensive and varied literary output of the renowned playwright and author. It includes a selection of Shaw's articles, lectures, and essays, showcasing his deep engagement with a wide range of subjects. The collection also features his personal correspondence, providing a glimpse into Shaw's thought process and social interactions. This volume is a testament to Shaw's intellectual rigor and his contributions to drama, literature, and social thought. more

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George Bernard Shaw
George Bernard Shaw

George Bernard Shaw (July 26, 1856 - November 2, 1950) was an Irish-British playwright, critic, and socialist. He is renowned for his satirical and witty dramatic works. more

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