"I remember I used to despise sheep for being so profoundly stupid.
I'd seen them eat and eat, I'd watched dogs outsmart whole flocks of
them, I'd chased them and laughed at the way they ran, watched them get
themselves into all sorts of stupid, tangled situations (...). It was
years, and a long slow process, before I eventually realised what sheep
really represented: not their own stupidity, but our power, our avarice
and egotism.
After I'd come to understand evolution and know
a little about history and farming, I saw that the thick white animals I
laughed at for following each other around and getting caught in bushes
were the product of generations of farmers as much as generations of
sheeps; we made them, we moulded them from the wild, smart survivors
that were their ancestors so that they would become docile, frightened,
stupid, tasty wool-producers."
Iain Banks (1954-2013). The Wasp Factory (1984). London: Abacus, 2013, p. 192-3
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