والمرأة , دفنت وجهها خزيا في ماهيتها الان , تذكرني -- فيما كدت انسى بأن جزءاً من رعبي تمثل في أن كل قفزة قفزها كان الحصان يضرط بقوة
And the woman, her face abashedly buried in her "Elle" now, reminded me -- I'd forgotten that not the least part of my awe consisted of the fact that with every jump he took the horse would powerfully fart.