The butcher’s boy spends his time playing with pigeons and taking care of them, but he also learns how to handpick, slaughter, and prepare the finest sheep for sale in their butcher shop.

From among all butchers, a butcher’s child may or may not follow the same path. Many professions are not measured by beauty or ugliness, nor by right or wrong. Doesn’t the baker, who provides bread for people’s tables, first think of bread for his own? Just as the one who opens the gas valve to end a condemned man’s life, or kicks away the stool beneath the feet of the hanged. Ugliness and corruption begin when a profession becomes absorbed into the ordinary fabric of life. That is when the meanings of certain concepts lose their vital essence.