Perhaps the only upside to being sick for the last week was that, in between desperate naps, I had the opportunity to read a lot of books.
One thing I re-read was a set of three Josephine Tey mysteries. My favorite lines came from Brat Farrar, which is set on an estate that keeps horses:
"Charles was devoted to his old home and to his family, but was fond of declaring himself a throw-back to a more virile age when a horse was simply a means of transport, capable of carrying a respectable weight, and it was not necessary for a man to develop bones that would disgrace a chicken so that brittle thoroughbreds should be induced to surmount unnecessary and unwarrantable obstacles.
A half-starved cat could out-jump any horse anyhow; and no one had to teach it to, either."
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