The thing I really love about Mark Rothko is his devotion to repeating an action. I loved it about Ollie too; his crackpot, neurotic ways were very much in the style of a man pacing a cell. In Dylan, the impulse is the same, only different. At exactly this time of year, every year, it becomes much more dangerous to take him for a walk and to let him loose because, as sure the clocks go back, the baby rabbits get born. They are crack cocaine to him; he hears nothing, he cares for nothing. The activity of hunting is all that matters. To own a Saluki, I think you have to be one of two types, a warder, or a gambler; the gambler will let it happen, the warder will get home for tea much earlier and with his or her psyche in better shape.
The hunter does not get captured by the game