The Ifdawn Marest

Oceaxe gave a beautiful sneer, as she took a step towards the river. 'Better men than you - better in every sense of the word - are walking about with foreign wills inside them. You may be as moral as you like, Maskull, but the fact remains, animals were made to be eaten, and simple natures were made to be absorbed.'

'And human rights count for nothing!'

She had bent over the river's edge, to wash her arms and hands, but glanced up over her shoulder to answer his remark.

'They do count. But we only regard a man as human for just as long as he's able to hold his own with others.'

- A Voyage to Arcturus, p. 81