1886:
One might consider the idea of veganism as a small raindrop landing on a duck’s
back – the idea of it may easily enter the imagination but if it seems
impossible, too painful, too daunting, then it’s likely we’ll shake off the
raindrop, we’ll ditch the whole idea. Even if one had to contemplate a vegan
lifestyle, why would we voluntarily opt for living ‘vegan’ if the pleasure of
it still eluded us?
If you can’t come at ‘being
vegan’, you can’t be much help to the animals, because if you’re not vegan it
follows that you’re still eating them. How could you ever trust yourself? How
could the animals ever trust you to be their cousin? You’d be quite the traitor
if you were still helping to kill them whilst trying to save them.
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