Jerome K. Jerome,
Three men on the bummel
“ At the corner of the Wenzelsplatz, Harris, who was a few steps ahead of us, paused.“It’s a fine street, isn’t it?” he said, sticking his hands in his pockets, and gazing up at it admiringly.George and I followed suit. Two hundred yards away from us, in its very centre, was the third of these ghostly statues. I think it was the best of the three—the most like, the most deceptive. It stood boldly outlined against the wild sky: the horse on its hind legs, with its curiously attenuated tail; the man bareheaded, pointing with his plumed hat to the now entirely visible moon. ”
