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The worst it got was near the end. A lot of people died right at the end, and I didn't know if I could make it another day. A farmer, a Russian, God bless him, he saw my condition, and he went into his house and came out with a piece of meat for me.
- He saved your life.
- I didn't eat it.
- You didn't eat it?
- It was pork. I wouldn't eat pork.
- Why?
- What do you mean why?
- What, because it wasn't kosher?
- Of course.
- But not even to save your life?
- If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Eating Animals, Penguin Books, 2009, pp. 16-17.