Her eyes drink the delicate horizon moving behind the song. Deep sink the skies, a well of voices. Her sleep is the vessel of Summer. It isn't important who is ahead at one time or another, in either an election or a horse race. Politicians are like the bones of a horse's foreshoulder-not a straight one in it.
Nothing does as much for the insides of a man than the outsides of a horse.
Nebr. A horse is dangerous at both ends and uncomfortable in the middle. The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action, in man. They say princes learn no art truly, but the art of horsemanship. The reason is, the brave beast is no flatterer. He will throw a prince as soon as his groom.