Word: pains
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...what they believed the characters’ capacities were for sensations like rage and desire as well as their abilities to exercise self-control and thought. For example, one question asked respondents to evaluate whether a five-year-old girl would be more or less likely to feel pain when compared to a chimpanzee. The study used 13 different characters, including a fetus, an adult woman, a man in a persistent vegetative state, a frog, God, and a robot. Respondents said human adults possessed high amounts of both agency and experience. In contrast, while they said dogs ranked similarly...
...more days passed. The handcuffs were now beginning to affect my mind, probably through their effect on my nervous system. I got muddled periodically and forgot where I was. I no longer remembered how many days ago I was first manacled. Life was just an unending road of acute pain and suffering on which I must trudge along as best I could. During moments of lucidity, I tried to discipline my mind by doing simple arithmetic. I would repeat to myself, ''Two and two makes four, four and four equals eight, eight and eight equals 16 . . . '' But after only...
...wide trousers, I blended in.) I saw a group of Red Guards leading an old man on a length of rope, shouting and hitting him with a stick. Suddenly he collapsed. When he did not get up, the Red Guards jumped on him. The old man shrieked in pain. ''Dirty capitalist! Exploiter of workers! You deserve to die!'' they shouted. I heard of other victims being humiliated, terrorized and often killed when they offered resistance. The newspapers and leading Maoists congratulated the Red Guards on their vandalism. I felt utterly helpless...
...caught his leg just as he raised his foot to crush the next cup. He toppled, and we fell in a heap together. The boy regained his feet and kicked me right in my chest. I cried out in pain. The others gathered around us, shouting at me angrily for interfering in their revolutionary activities. One of the teachers said to me, ''What do you think you are doing? Are you trying to protect your possessions?'' ''No, no, you can do whatever you like with my things. But you mustn't break these porcelain treasures. They are old and valuable...
...summed up in one sentence: revolution is justifiable.'' Through a window I saw bright, leaping flames in the garden. A bonfire had been lit in the middle of the lawn. The Red Guards were standing around the fire tossing my books onto the flames. My heart tightened with pain. Several Red Guards began hammering on the furniture and breaking my records. I said to a teacher, ''These records are classical music by the great masters of Europe. Why not preserve the records and donate them to the Music Society?'' ''You live in the past,'' he said. ''Don't you know...