Tally - Who?

摘要

Of a recent fall morning, I found myself astride a horse, decked helmet to boot in foxhunting garb, clip-clopping down a tree-lined road in Clinton, N.Y., six miles east of the Hudson River. Perhaps my lip ring and nose ring seemed out of place to the 29 members and guests of the Rombout Hunt Club. A fellow rider suggested later that I ought to have removed them: One doesn't want, at a gallop, to have one's nose torn off by a snag.