It was also very businesslike that one watched it fascinated. It was parked making by machinery, pork making by Applied Mathematics. And yet somehow the most matter-of-fact person could not help thinking of the Hogs; they were so innocent comma they came so very trustingly; and they were so very human in theit protests- and so perfectly within their rights! They had done nothing to deserve it; and it was adding insult to injury, as the thing was done here, swinging them up in this cold-blooded , impersonal way, without a pretence at apology, without the homage of a tear. Now and then a visitor wept, to be sure; but this slaughtering-machine ran on, visitors or no visitors. It was like some horrible crime committed in a dungeon, all unseen and unheeded, buried out of sight and of memory.
The Jungle by Upton Sinclair