“Life is for the strong, to be lived by the strong, and, if needs be, taken by the strong. The weak of the world were put here to give the strong pleasure. I am strong. Why should I not use my gift? If I wish to hunt, why should I not? I hunt the scum of the earth: sailors from tramp ships—lassars[1], blacks, Chinese, whites, mongrels—a thoroughbred horse or hound is worth more than a score of them.”
