"I don't believe it. Thousands of people are vegetarians and enjoy perfect health."
"Bodily health, yes," I said, cleverly seizing on the debating point. "But what of the soul? If you suddenly steer a fellow off the steaks and chops, it does something to his soul. My Aunt Agatha once made my Uncle Percy be a vegetarian, and his whole nature became soured. Not," I was forced to admit, "that it wasn't fairly soured already, as anyone's would be who was in constant contact with my Aunt Agatha."
(from Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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