I saw she was a savage horse; yet I thought her sweet; a raging, fierce as thunder is fierce, horse; yet she was so lovely, lovely. I knew whe could win. Deep down in my heart I knew whe was a winner. But maybe not today.
He was a stud, one sired by the famous gransire, Willie Shakes. He too was magnificent. He had muscles on his muscles. The trach tout who called himself "the Dauphin" said he was the best bet of the day. The stud's name was Gerard Manley Hopkins. The mare's name was Crowbait.
Of the stud the Dauphin wrote "in his riding, of the rolling level underneath him steady air and striding high there how he wrung upon the rein of a whimpling wing in his ecstasy! Then off off on a swing..."
Enohgh. I had to bet the stallion over the mare.
He lost by ten lengths, he was dead last. The moral of the story: stay away from the track and when you do go pick love over money.