A Horse’s Soul Is…
Horses always seem utterly inscrutable. Even when they laugh or weep, they look quite imperturbable. All the horse’s powers of expression have gone into its parts: these are never still for a minute, twitching, twirling…
Horses always seem utterly inscrutable. Even when they laugh or weep, they look quite imperturbable. All the horse’s powers of expression have gone into its parts: these are never still for a minute, twitching, twirling…
A novel is a trap, a maze into which we are drawn by the plot until we are swallowed up by the narrative, becoming its prisoner and confidante. –Abram Tertz, A Voice from the Chorus,…