It's at this point you'd probably want to go read David Foster Wallace's essay "Consider The Lobster", an assignment he took from (I shit you not) Gourmet Magazine, which begins with a sort of Illinois Country Fair style travelogue from the Maine Lobster Festival and "ends", if you can call the back 2/3rds of an essay "ending", in a discussion of the meaning of pain and its applicability to the specific nervous system anatomy of crustaceans.
Suffice it to say: Wallace is not convinced that the knife through the head lets you off the hook so easily.
Suffice it to say: Wallace is not convinced that the knife through the head lets you off the hook so easily.