They were terribly headstrong. Half of them would even drop dead rather than submit to training: they stand there in the yard—they’re bewildered and even shy away from the walls, and only keep their eyes turned to the sky, like birds. You’d even feel pity looking at them, because you see how the dear heart would like to fly away, save that he has no wings … And from the very start he won’t eat or drink for anything, neither oats nor water from the trough, and so he pines away, until he wears himself out completely and drops dead. Sometimes we lost half of what we spent, especially on Kirghiz horses. They love steppe freedom terribly.
I think captivity stress is like an extreme and phatologycal version of freedom. Like withdrawal would be to hangover. Theoretically, huma being is inmune to this illness, but there is the famois sentence by Pascal: all the human problems come from the fact of not being able to stay motionless in a room.
We know from COVID about the negative effects of a lockdown. But we hace some ecpections; Newton made some of his best contributions to Science during a lockdown in a farm
