Without rage, without hatred, with the placidness of the assassins who whistle or sing while they crack throats, ...because they must gain the bread of every day with the pays of difficult and often a dangerous profession.
escribiu Baudelaire. Sen carraxe, sen odio, coa simple ledicia dos matadores que asubían ou cantan cando cortan pescozos, para poder gañar o seu pan de cada día e dar de comer aos demais pagando o prezo dunha pesada e a miúdo perigosa profesión.