In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful.
Lewis, C. S.. The Abolition of Man (Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis) (p. 27). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.