You’ve obviously never fought a Canadian goose before, let alone a pair of them. We once went into a flock to feed some geese. We left the flock after we had fed them and this old goose came running after us and it was quaking. It couldn’t see.

We went back there and they had spat up every piece of bread. It was in a pile. A pile of little pieces of bread. And I remember… I… I… I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget.

And then I realized… like I was shot… like I was shot with a diamond… a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, my God… the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters. These were geese… wild birds. These geese who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love… but they had the strength… the strength… to do that.

If I had ten divisions of those geese, then our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have geese who are moral… and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling… without passion… without judgment… without judgment! Because it’s judgment that defeats dogs.