'...Men, she had always found, were such a clumsy piece of work compared with animals. They were so flawed, so pitted with pores and discolorations, so smoky, so hot, so shiny bald or sticky-haired - like a child's stitching on canvas, whereas any animal was like Chinese embroidery on silk. One had only to compare the face of a Korean beggar-dog - crawling with ticks, yet honest, finished and sinless - with that of a Korean beggar-man - rotted away with mean and complex depravity...one had only to compare the fine eager beam of a thirsty horse bending to drink from a pool, with the leer of a Russian approaching his glass of beer - to see the essential golden rightness in an animal's face and to admit the spoiled spotted thing man is...'
from Tobit Transplanted by Stella Benson (Chapter X)
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