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illed　with　the　desire　to　illustrate；　yet　I　was　seemingly　afraid　to　draw

exactly　like　the　old　masters；　and　I　restrained　myself。

Looking at the blank sheet of paper； I paused so that my soul might rid

itself　of　apprehension。　I　ought　to　have　focused　solely　on　the　beautiful　horse　I

was　about　to　render；　I　ought　to　have　mustered　my　strength　and　concentration。

All　the　horses　I’d　ever　drawn　and　seen　began　to　gallop　before　my　eyes。　Yet

one was the most flawless of all。 I was presently going to render this horse

which nobody had been able to draw before。 Decisively； I pictured it in my

mind’s eye。 The world faded away； as if I’d suddenly forgotten myself；

forgotten　that　I　was　sitting　here；　and　even　that　I　was　about　to　draw。　My　hand

dipped　the　brush　into　the　inkwell　of　its　own　accord；　taking　up　just　the　right

amount。 e now； my good hand； bring the wonderful horse of my

imagination　into　this　world！　The　horse　and　I　had　seemingly　bee　one　and

we　were　about　to　appear。

Following my intuition； I searched for the appropriate place within the

bordered　blank　page。　I　imagined　the　horse　standing　there；　and　suddenly：

Even before I was able to think； my hand set forth decisively of its own

volition—see　how　gracefully—curling　quickly　from　the　hoof；　it　rendered　that

beautiful thin lower leg； and moved upward。 As it curved with the same

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decisiveness past the knee and rose quickly to the base of the chest； I grew

elated！ Arching from here； it moved victoriously higher： How beautiful the

animal’s　chest　was！　The　chest　tapere