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Leigh Hunt

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...fishes do not roar; they cannot express any sound of suffering; and therefore the angler chooses to think they do not suffer, more than it is convenient for him to fancy. Now it is a poor sport that depends for its existence on the want of a voice in the sufferer, and of imagination in the sportsman. (Rev. ed., London, Smith, Elder & Co., 1889, pp114-5).

 
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They speak better than they know, and beyond your understanding.
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They know and do not know, that action is suffering
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