Stay Away From Albino Turkeys

"Our kitchen crew slaughtered our last four ducks. While they were still alive Julian plucked their neck fethers, before chopping off their heads on the execution block. The white turkey, that vain creature, the survivor of so many roast chickens and ducks transformed into soup, came over to inspect, gobbling and displaying, and used his ugly feet to push one of the beheaded ducks, as it lay there on the ground bleeding and flapping its wings, into what he thought was a proper position and, making gurgling sounds while his bluish-red wattles swelled, he mounted the dying duck and copulated with it."

~ from Language Itself Resists, a selection of journal entries by Werner Herzog, in the Spring 2009 issue of the Paris Review.