"...(What if) the field marshal brought to the cook not quail, but the body of a person he had shot? Would the moral circumstances of cooking and consumption still be utterly independent of this meal's aesthetic merit? Would this meal be well prepared if the thigh had been slow-roasted to an internal temperature of 165 degrees, or should it be 180? And is it only if the meat thermometer registers 200 that I may justifiably complain that this joint is 'badly cooked?' Is it 'simple-minded' of me to be unable to stomach, on any terms, the sight of this corprse on the table?" -Karen Hanson, "How Bad Can Good Art Be?"

this is what i'm reading this morning. ohhh, religious studies.



Ruthie said...

try peter singer.

Ruthie said...