"I'll stick him effectually, so as to make short work of it. That's the chief thing." "You must not!" she cried. "The meat must be well bled, and to do that he must die slow. We shall lose a shilling a score if the meat is red and bloody! Just touch the vein, that's all. I was brought up to it, and I know. Every good butcher keeps un bleeding long. He ought to be eight or ten minutes dying, at least.
Now how about this scene as a metaphor for marriage? Bleeding the pig slow or fast, this couple couldn't be further apart.
