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(1690 in Africa)
"Heathen savages," Daly muttered. "They're like animals. They're all cannibals."
"These aren't," Doro said, "though some of their neighbors are."
"All of them," Daly insisted. "Just give them the chance."
Doro smiled. "Well, no doubt the missionaries will reach them eventually and teach them to practice only symbolic cannibalism."
Daly jumped. He considered himself a pious man in spite of his work. "You shouldn't say such things," he whispered. "Not even you are beyond the reach of God."
"Spare me your mythology," Doro said, "and your righteous indignation." Daly had been Doro's man too long to be pampered in such matters. "At least we cannibals are honest about what we do," Doro continued. "We don't pretend as you slavers do to be acting for the benefit of our victims' souls. We don't tell ourselves we've caught them to teach them civilized religion."
Daly's eyes grew round. "But ... I did not mean you were a ... a ... I did not mean ..."
"Why not?" Doro looked down at him, enjoying his confusion. "I assure you, I'm the more efficient cannibal you will ever meet." --- pp 43-4 of 1980 Warner books edition (many unfortunate typos in this edition)