I boast of being the only man in London who has been bombed off a lavatory seat while reading Jane Austen. She went into the bath I went through the door.

One of the remarks made by farmers at their public discussion of these problems suggest that they are rapidly ceasing to think of animals as sentient beings at all. If you handle vast numbers of creatures which are in any case going to die soon, it is, I suppose, easy to get into a state of mind in which they seem to be merely machines.