(Patton would probably be like "it's not cannibalism, im not rice, the rice doesn't have feelings" and just thinks everything is differently colored rice because you really can't taste anything underwater)
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
