Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse heartbeatSurroundings dainty and petite.BODY: Who says that I'm some jail. ”He looked at me, tilted his head and said, “Okay, little darlin’. I’ll give you this chance, but you have to be here every day after school for three hours, Saturday for six hours, and several hours on Sunday too. The stalls need to be cleaned every day and the horses are groomed as often as we have time for. You can help with the feeding too. Any extra time will be spent to help turnout the horses for exercise. You’ll be working for my foreman, Red, and you need to follow his orders. I can.Read More
