The idea of making beef out of that noble animal, for which every man of heart entertains an affection only second to that which binds him to his own race—the animal which approaches nearer than any other of the four-footed creation to man, in the nobler traits of soul and character—could only emanate from bipeds of the Greeley species. There should be a law passed for such sneaks, against killing the horse to eat, unless it be a broken-legged or used-up animal, which would be relieved by death, and that would be pretty good diet for such creatures. The offense of equicide must be defied and provided for by our next Legislature, or the Greeleyites will be getting up a horse-eating phalanx and party.

It's when the computer becomes socially isolative that there's a problem.

Then it MUST be an ASS HOLE alert. Watch out, everyone; this guy will try to violate your bungus if you let him!

The Emperor and another figure, both togated, appear upon a suggestum; the former elevates his right hand towards four citizens who are applauding him; on the left is a female decumbent at the base of three obelisks.