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“O problema colocado pela carne se tornou abstrato: não há um animal individual, não há uma expressão singular de alegria ou sofrimento, uma cauda sendo abanada, não há um grito. A filósofa Elaine Scarry observou que: 'a beleza sempre ocorre no particular'. A crueldade, por outro lado, prefere a abstração. Algumas pessoas tentaram preencher essa lacuna, caçando ou matando elas próprias os animais, como se essas experiências pudessem de algum modo legitimar o esforço de comê-los. Isso é uma tolice. Assassinar alguém com certeza provaria que você é capaz de matar, mas não seria a forma mais razoável de entender por que você deveria ou não o fazer. Matar você mesmo um animal é, com mais frequência, um modo de esquecer o problema fingindo lembrar-se dele. O que talvez seja mais pernicioso do que a ignorância. É sempre possível acordar alguém que está dormindo, mas nenhum barulho vai acordar alguém que finge estar dormindo.”

Quote by Jonathan Safran Foer

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Eating Animals

This book delves into the ethical considerations surrounding the consumption of meat, exploring the environmental, health, and animal welfare aspects of the meat industry. more

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Jonathan Safran Foer
Jonathan Safran Foer

Jonathan Safran Foer is an American writer known for his unique narrative style and profound insights into social issues. His works often blend historical, literary, and philosophical elements, exploring themes such as family, memory, and identity. more

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