Beauty and HorsesIs it not strange that we seem to consider the horse a beautiful creature in and of itself, and yet any comparison drawn between a person and a horse runs the gamut from mild derision to outright insult? The term "work-horse" is a rather left-handed compliment, conjuring an image of plodding, unremarkable drudgery; and any girl called "horse-faced" would not be blamed for shutting herself in her room and crying her eyes out. Yet the horse has a wonderfully varied form, from the solid strength of a Clydesdale to the fluid grace of a Morgan; from the flashy colors of a paint to the subtle beauty of a dappled grey; and, from a purely anatomical viewpoint, every horse walks upon the very tip of its fingers and toes. Their eyes are deep, the features of their faces admirable; sensitive nose, long expressive ears, the fine bone of the skull just beneath the hide. And, as I've stated, most would not dispute a horse's beauty qua horse. So why is a comparison with a horse so uncomplimentary?