I believe that when Crazy Horse was killed, something more than a man's life was snuffed out.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Without knowing this, no man can dress a horse perfectly.
But there is nothing to be done till a horse's head is settled.
Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.
The bones of the story of 'War Horse' is a love story. That's what makes it universal.
I've been on some very good horses which have died, and that's very tough to take. But as much as we love the horses, and care for them, human life is obviously more important. Some good friends of mine have died or been paralysed while doing a job we all love.
It's thrilling. There's birth and death and frustration and victory in raising horses. It's like a little microcosm of life is built into the short lives of these creatures.
I discovered that the horse is life itself, a metaphor but also an example of life's mystery and unpredictability, of life's generosity and beauty, a worthy object of repeated and ever changing contemplation.
And he that said that a horse was not dressed, whose curb was not loose, said right; and it is equally true that the curb can never play, when in its right place, except the horse be upon his haunches.
Yes, it's true I once knocked out a horse. It was at a fiesta in my mother's home town of Guarare. Someone bet me a bottle of whiskey that I couldn't do it.
Yeah, I'd been around horses most of my life.
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