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Torture Is Such A Slippery Slope; As Soon As You Allow A Society Or Any Legal System To Do That, Almost Instantly You Get A Situation Where People Are Being Tortured For Very Trivial Reasons.

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Torture Is Such A

Iain Banks

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Torture Is Such A Slippery Slope; As Soon As You Allow A Society Or Any Legal System To Do That, Almost Instantly You Get A Situation Where People Are Being Tortured For Very Trivial Reasons.

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