Gawd, he thought furiously, he hadn't expected it to be like this. Just a lousy walk down the yard to give a carrot to the gangly chestnut. Guilt and fear and treachery. They bypassed his sneering mind and erupted through his nerves instead.
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In "Field of Thirteen" by Dick Francis, the protagonist experiences a moment of unexpected turmoil during what should be a simple act of delivering a carrot to a chestnut horse. His initial intent is overshadowed by overwhelming feelings of guilt and fear, suggesting that deeper conflicts are at play beyond the mundane task at hand. The internal struggle he faces is indicative of a larger moral dilemma, where emotions like treachery seep into his consciousness, disrupting his thoughts. This contrast between a trivial action and profound emotional turmoil highlights the complexity of human experiences in seemingly ordinary moments.

In "Field of Thirteen" by Dick Francis, the protagonist experiences a moment of unexpected turmoil during what should be a simple act of delivering a carrot to a chestnut horse. His initial intent is overshadowed by overwhelming feelings of guilt and fear, suggesting that deeper conflicts are at play beyond the mundane task at hand.

The internal struggle he faces is indicative of a larger moral dilemma, where emotions like treachery seep into his consciousness, disrupting his thoughts. This contrast between a trivial action and profound emotional turmoil highlights the complexity of human experiences in seemingly ordinary moments.

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