One does not, if one is beauty, have to know what beauty is

I am not a horse-racing fan nor a lover of horses however thoroughly bred into strength and beauty they may be but once a friend of mine and connoisseur of many of life’s artistic achievements, including that of great horse-racing, sent me a piece of marvellous writing which has ever since figured right at the top of my list of the best sports articles I have ever read. It was an article by John Jeremiah Sullivan, Horseman, Pass By, in Harper’s magazine and it told the story of the author’s father and, most of all,