|Betting, not hunting in Kearney, Nebraska, 1908|
|Kearney, Nebraska, 1908, viewing stands.|
|Miami, Florida track, 1922|
It is a scene Franz Kafka would have loved, one in which he would have found some remote parallel to the fate of modern man. The whole enterprise relies on dogs speeding forever after something they cannot possibly catch and which is not even what they think it is; their prey is kept just out of reach by some remote agency they cannot see and whose motives they could not imagine.
|The Waterloo Cup -- a canned hunt as spectacle, now banned.|