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Tuesday, October 05, 2010
The Last Word in Ignorance
Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac (1966; rpt. New York: Ballantine Books, 1984), p. 190:
The last word in ignorance is the man who says of an animal or plant: 'What good is it?'