I will nurse them with fresh milk, lay them on downy featherbeds, and sing them lullabies. I will hold them, bless them, and allow them to kiss my palms. My patronage is the guarantee of their happiness. Eat, my dears, drink, my beloved ones. Live in the vastness of my kingdom.
They may allow themselves to be carefree in order to appease my appetite. They may frolic while the table silver is being polished. For for every predator there are a dozen carcasses. And this self-sacrifice is voluntary, though unconscious.
My darlings, be joyful every second of your lives, for the water comes to a boil far too quickly.