But it is not a fit employment for a
fat man and especially for a fat man who insists on trying to ride
a hard-trotting horse English style, which really isn't riding at
all when you come right down to cases, but an outdoor cure for
neurasthenia invented, I take it, by a British subject who was
nervous himself and hated to stay long in one place. So, as I
was saying, I sit there on my comfortable park bench and watch
those friends of mine bouncing by, each wearing on his face that
set expression which is seen also on the faces of some men while
waltzing, and on the faces of most women when entertaining their
relatives by marriage. I have one friend who is addicted to this
form of punishment in a violent, not to say a malignant form. He
uses for his purpose a tall and self-willed horse of the Tudor
period--a horse with those high dormer effects and a sloping
mansard. This horse must have been raised, I think, in the
knockabout song-and-dance business. Every time he hears music or
thinks he hears it he stops and vamps with his feet.
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