nerve-crises

Updated: May 13, 2025

And, viciously, in one of those queer nerve-crises that beset us all, he struck the pulling horse. They were cantering toward the corner where the fields joined, and suddenly he was aware that he could no more hold the beast than if a steam-engine had been under him. Straight at the linhay Hotspur dashed, and Summerhay thought: "My God! He'll kill himself!"

John Galsworthy - Beyond