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d　to　form　the　neck；　exactly　like　that　of　the

horse in my mind’s eye。 Without lifting my brush； I came down from the

cheek； reaching the powerful mouth； which I’d left open after a moment’s

thought； I entered the mouth—this is how it’s going to be then； open your

mouth　wider　now；　horsey—and　I　brought　out　its　tongue。　I　slowly　turned　out

the　nose—no　room　for　indecision！　Angling　up　steadily；　I　looked　momentarily

at the whole image； and when I saw that I’d made my line exactly as I’d

imagined it； I forgot entirely what I was drawing； and the ears and the

magnificent　curve　of　the　spectacular　neck　were　rendered　by　my　hand　alone。　As

I drew the backside from memory； my hand stopped on its own to let the

bristles　of　the　brush　sip　from　the　inkwell。　I　was　quite　content　while　rendering

the rump； and the forceful and protruding hindquarters； I was pletely

engrossed in the picture。 I seemed to be standing beside the horse I was

drawing　as　I　joyously　began　the　tail。　This　was　a　war　steed；　a　racehorse；　making

a　knot　of　its　tail　and　winding　it　around；　I　exuberantly　moved　upward；　as　I　was

drawing　the　dock　and　buttocks　I　felt　a　pleasant　coolness　on　my　own　ass　and

anus。　Pleased　by　that　feeling；　I　gleefully　pleted　the　splendid　softness　of　the

rump；　the　left　hind　leg　that　was　slightly　behind　the　right；　and　then　the　hooves。

I　was　astonished　by　the　horse　I’d　drawn　and　by　my　hand；　which　had　rendered

the　elegant　positioning　of　the　left　foreleg　exactly　as　I　had　conceived　it。

I　lifted　my　hand　from　the　page　and　quickly　drew　the　fiery；　sorrowful　eyes；

with