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What's wrong with a man buying an oven-ready chicken, having sex with it, then serving it to his friends for dinner? Disgust is the guardian of our souls

By Paul Broks   August 2008

Sunday lunch. it’s a family reunion. Across the table, Ebby shoots me a smile and jams a finger into her right nostril. Would I like to see her bogeys? No thanks, I say, but too late. The finger reappears capped in a glob of snot. Such a charmer, my wife says on the drive home. Charming? Nose-picking at the dinner table? Disgusting, surely. Picture Ebby as a dribbling great aunt and there’s no question. But she’s a pretty two year old, and purity trumps repugnance.

Two year olds are full of emotions like joy, fear and surprise, but have no…

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