My Racing Adventures 



of belief extraordinary in the circumstances, I 

 managed to tear myself away from my brother 

 jockey in a brighter frame of mind. Our evening 

 at Nice had not been wasted. Some of his tales 

 were not, perhaps, technically true. A rift within 

 the lute might be detected here and there. But 

 if a licensed jester scores once in ten times he does 

 not deserve to have his licence taken away — not 

 until his humour shows signs of decomposition. 



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