For the man in the paddock, whose duty it is to sweep up manure, the supreme terror is the possibility of a world without horses. To tell him that it is disgusting to spend one’s life shoveling up hot turds is a piece of imbecility. A man can get to love shit if his livelihood depends on it, if his happiness is involved.
There was nothing I wished to do which I could just as well not do... Everyone around me was a failure, or if not a failure, ridiculous. Especially the successful ones. The successful ones bored me to tears.