[Muskham] a man with a God of his own. Form [racehorse], and Muskam it’s prophet.
The Forsyte Saga V3, p396
He was a
good loser, because for him the game was never at an end. Life itself – not each
item of life absorbed him. He rode Life, took a toss, got up, rode on; met an
obstacle, rode over it, rode through it, took the scratches as all in a day’s
work.
The Forsyte Saga V3, p619