“C them that love the dogs and the cats are assholes “, broke my master to think of Gilles Deleuze, who kept too many animals in the disguise of feelings bourgeois. We could add horses to this list, victims of anthropomorphism, processed into lint in the pony clubs, or collectibles by the emirs. I am loath to think that my mare loves me when she rubs me for a scratch, understands me, when I to him address my soliloques in the morning, or seeks to do me harm when she is walking awkwardly on my foot at lunch. I…
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kim Gregory for “The Point”
