I had not even begun to formulate this rhetorical question in my mind when the answer, in dim and incomplete form, revealed itself to me. It was a horse; something to do with a horse. The world had gone to hell because of a horse, or for the sake of some horse or another... Some horse or horse principle, a bad horse or something in the shape of a horse.

The awareness brought its own kettledrums and I felt myself become weak and scared, for the vague and stimulating pleasures of the night's mysteries had been displaced in my heart by a sickening horror of the horse. I realized that any horse I encountered that night would be the worst thing imaginable.

—Jim Woodring, Horse Sinister

"Me and my big mouth."

—C. J. Simpson, surrounded by horses in a horse corral into which he had requested that I guide him, circa 1988

"Horses. Nasty, dangerous, radioactive beasts."

—Charles Hardin

(No Spamusement this time; still working on it.)