And if you ever find yourself reading about this in a book and the information is exactly opposite than what I have just told you it will be an easy correction to make in your head.
What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardent hearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise.
And then you realize life is actually just a road trip to a mid nineties indie band concert. You're not sold on the concert, but maybe, just maybe, you will convince your boss to buy that hip hop album the next day at the record store. And maybe, just maybe, he will. Then everyone will stop calling you crazy.