It is related of a certain Tartar priest that, being about to
sacrifice a pig, he observed tears in the victim's eyes.
"Now, I'd like to know what is the matter with _you_?" he asked.
"Sir," replied the pig, "if your penetration were equal to that of the
knife you hold, you would know without inquiring; but I don't mind
telling you. I weep because I know I shall be badly roasted."
"Ah," returned the priest, meditatively, having first killed the pig,
"we are all pretty much alike: it is the bad roasting that frightens
us. Mere death has no terrors."
From this narrative learn that even priests sometimes get hold of only
half a truth.