गाय | vache–India | France
The friendly cow, all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
Opie, you haven’t finished your milk. We can’t put it back in the cow, you know.
~The Andy Griffith Show
All is not butter that comes from the cow.
The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other, milk.
While walking the Chemin de Saint Jaques de Compostelle south of Montgros, I kicked a cow chip on a warm day. I remember. I paused and looked at what I had done. A cow had eaten the grass nearby to make the chip and to make itself fit for us to eat it, the cow.
Gandhi has said, “There exists no politician in India daring enough to attempt to explain to the masses that cows can be eaten.”
Cows in India are sacred, of course. Nevertheless, Mark Twain who had traveled in India said, “Sacred cows make the best hamburgers.”
The French like to take their dogs into restaurants. They love their dogs, and they sometimes eat horses. Their neighbors the Spanish love their horses, too, and will eat their cows. But not the Indians. They love their cows, but unlike the French they will sometimes eat their dogs.
Has one ever asked—in Quora, for example—who might have been the first person? The first person to look at a cow and think, ”I’ll drink whatever comes out of those things when I squeeze them.”