Cobwebs from an Empty Skull

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.