Putting down my binoculars, my eyes gazed past the person with the pipe towards an elderly looking gentleman with a walking stick who had just voiced this profound thought. There were about thirty thousand people in the grandstand, ten thousand or so crammed into the infield and a couple of thousand more perched upon trees and telephone poles. It was a race between two horses, which had managed to breathe new life into the multitude pummelled and cowed by the severity of their own fates. “It’s a pity Pollard was thrown off that horse… Georgie Woolf ’s good, but Pollard really ought to have been here today,” said the first gentleman slowly smoking his pipe.
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Source:- IIPM Editorial, 2006
Editor:- Prof. Arindam Chaudhuri
For complete IIPM article click here
Source:- IIPM Editorial, 2006
Editor:- Prof. Arindam Chaudhuri
