In the demeanor of this boeuf, we read all we need to know. The lowered eyelids, the turned face, the frown, the studied look of ennui, even the contemptuous coil of smoke—they all convey the cow's disdain. For us. You can tell—it's palpable—that he loathes us and the untenable position we have placed him in.
To die, yes, but to die to be eaten by the likes of us?
He should be consumed by artists and philosophers! By sculptors and poets! Not by... restaurant-goers. Unworthies. Americans!