We cannot express the infinite joy there is in the full speed of a thoroughbred. It is like the rocking of a wave, but it is so soft, so refined, that the air which we cleave annuls the feeling of weight. It is a mighty, intoxicating flight, without effort and without fatigue ; a physical joy which puts the mind to sleep, and leaves nothing living in us, except the maddening pleasure of flying through space.

I consider that the thorough-bred horse makes man perfect.