Clondalkin

For those of us who only seldom witness a Thoroughbred stallion in the throes of lust, hollering and snorting and shuddering, there's always a sense of awe at the primal energies harnessed by Nature to meet the reproduction imperative. Presumably, then, even nearly four decades of seeing the same thing repeated again and again--with another new covering season imminent--will never quite stifle that wonder, that privileged connection with the very wellspring of life, the constantly recurring miracle of creation. Put this to Richard Barry, however, and he gives you a...