" We went too far when we put on the fur of lynxes,
Of weasels trapped in winter when they’ve lost their tan;
We went too far when we let the fox assist us
To warm the hide that houses the soul of Man.

The reek of the leopard and the stink of the inky cat
Striped handsomely with white, are in the concert hall;
We sleekly writhe from under them, and are above all that;
But, the concert over, back into our pelts we crawl. "

― Edna St. Vincent Millay , Collected Poems