A big-bellied old man with gray wattles sidled a few steps forward. He spoke in a wheedling nasal voice: "Must your disgust be so blatant? True: we are anthropophages. True: we put strangers to succulent use. Is this truly good cause for hostility? The world is as it is and each of us must hope in some fashion to be of service to his fellows, even if only in the form of a soup."
- Jack Vance, "Fader's Waft," in Rhialto the Marvelous, p.666 in the Tales of the Dying Earth omnibus
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