I felt suffering in any form to be out of place in an intelligently ordered universe. I was possessed of intelligence, and ipso facto the creator must at least be as intelligent as the creature. Then how could something so obviously unintelligent as suffering appear as no mean spanner in the cosmic works? I read the classic arguments on the subject of the problem of evil and remained unconvinced. Finally, like the country yokel who say his first giraffe, I refused to believe it.

— The goose is out by William John Gabb (Page 13 - 14)