The imagery of Kismet
Kismet is the horse ridden by the narrator, and she describes its physical appearance to depict the sense of sight to readers. The author writes, “He is better than that horse I had this year in Cornwall, that horse that was called Kismet. He was a great eater, was Kismet. He had a scythelike movement of his long head, of his long snakelike neck.”
The imagery of Leonie
Leonie is the second horse owned by the narrator after letting go of Kismet. The narrator says, "But this horse I am now, with Leonie looking chic and capable beside me, this horse is good. He puts his ears back and dances sideways across the shadows."
The imagery of the narrator’s feelings
The author shares with the readers about her feelings. The narrator says, “Oh how lovely this now in London in October. And how lovely to be living, a goy and Londoner. I have a lot of Jewish friends. It makes me feel Janus-like, double-faced. Nobody knows but me what I think about that thing."
The imagery of sight
The narrator invites readers to look at the way of life, and she describes vital aspects of her life. The narrator says, "Well, look this dangerous way I am running on. I am a private secretary. And now is Sir Phoebus? And how is his? And how is…? I regret I am not in a position to state.”
