Confessions of a Sheep for Slaughter

'Why sheep?' he asks. 'Ba.ba.ba.' he bleats, 'because I feel like one. Ba .ba.ba.because I think I am one.'

While in a London hospital ward, he writes his confessions, memoirs, reveries, and musings-'butterflies of the mind to be preserved as personal cameos'-for the benefit of the ignorant male. Hope for recuperation is lost in his dread of the ultimate knock on his door and imminent death. Terrified, he asks some philosophical questions: why has God created good and evil, male and female, sheep and wolves? 'Ba.ba.ba.' he bleats, as he hears a knock on his door and makes himself ready to be led out for a ceremonious execution by a Feminist High Priestess.

A novel of ideas, literary allusions, and linguistic associations, "Confessions of a Sheep for Slaughter" aims to enlighten and entertain by exposing and satirizing the follies, absurdities, and little crimes of Feminists and Feminism.