Culture? What Culture?

The I-5 freeway that runs between Los Angeles and San Francisco is a long, straight stretch of road. The landscape is bordered to the west by barren mountains whose brown, deceptively smooth folds, like loose skin, belie a rugged terrain.

For almost half the length of this 500-odd mile road, as far as the eye can see to the east, are constant green splashes of farming






I venture to maintain that there are multitudes to whom the necessity of discharging the duties of a butcher would be so inexpressibly painful and revolting, that if they could obtain a flesh diet on no other condition, they would relinquish it forever.

W. E. H. Lecky