Can you picture me on a horse? I don't approve of animal cruelty.

[Is she joking? Is she serious? She really can't ride horses, and she likes animals, but the rest is, of course, a self-deprecating joke to lighten the mood. God only knows she could use a little levity after the shock the pamphlets delivered to her system.

Besides, she can make a bitter little jab at her own expense if she wants. It's when other people start in that things turn depressing.]

How do you live with yourself after feeding? I can't even begin to imagine.