I was walking on the beach this morning, when I saw a turtle struggle onto the sand and die. It's shell had been pierced by a homemade harpoon and it had, somehow, managed to escape only to die at my feet on a lonely stretch of sand. I am not a particularly militant environmentalist, but this barbarity really made me angry for some reason, the turtle's only value to the people that killed it was monetary, they just could see past that to the really important bit...the value of its living beauty.