There was a weird news story on the radio this morning. Apparently a couple of horses around Truro had to be euthanized because they had an extreme version of Equine Herpes. No really. All jokes aside (‘Safe sex for horses’ or ‘A new market opportunity for the condomn manufacturors particularly after the highly succesful US Faith-based Abstinence Programs, which have cut down the demand of those highly endurable rubbers among youthful lovers’), this is seriously sad.
Which (for some kind of reason) reminded me of mr. Deasy in Joyce’s “Ulysses’.