Sir, Man, said Mark Twain, is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to.
Your photograph, on the front page of today's issue (February 26th), of a ravening greyhound about to savage a terrified hare at the annual Waterloo Cup Coursing "festivities" in the UK, bears out his observation in a particularly sickening manner. When, one wonders, may our blushes cease? Yours, etc.,
Mount Pleasant,
Waterford.