The Dangerous Summer
Hemingway, Ernest
THE DANGEROUS SUMMER Ernest Hemingway/Charles Scribner's Sons/$ 17.95 Reid Buckley In the summer of 1959 a doomed Ernest Hemingway came back to the Spain he had celebrated in The Sun Also Rises...
...Las Vegas, hoist by its own petard, is Fun City...
...Antonio was using the cape as no one alive had ever used it...
...And what about this exquisite veronica from a master of English prose...
...Those "slow, straight, beautiful long passes," with the cerise-and-yellow as Ordonez hunched his left shoulder and bent with an erotic kind of joyousness into the bull, stopped time still-, but he was as breathtaking with the red muleta: "He took the bull...
...but they don't passionately want to be "liberated...
...plaza of Linares...
...Speaking of old acquaintances, "The eyes had not changed and nobody was fat...
...I couldn't help reflecting that perhaps for this small country an "epic view" was not, without tedium, feasible, and should have been confined to the austerity of Paul Wakefield's splendid photographs...
...Being there, not getting there, is her subject...
...I find it puzzling that she believes a total revolution was wrought by non-conformism, in the light of her previous and subsequent conviction that the Welsh climate is "opaque and bemusing . . . better for impressions than for facts...
...But I lost my job, you know...
...they carry the death in them...
...Well, maybe so...
...I was living in Spain that summer when Ordonez and Dominguin clashed in the arenas...
...We had two daughters...
...Properly speaking, a travel writer is one whose subject is not merely the place he visits but the adventure-often the ordeal- of getting to it...
...Nowhere, on any one of her principal subjects- language, literature, religion, or political insurgence-does she venture a single fruitful comparison with their counterparts in Scotland or Ireland...
...He is nevertheless accused not only of an indecorous partiality but of being unjust to Dominguin...
...Any man can face death," he says at one point, "but to be committed [as Antonio Ordonez was that summer] to bring it as close as possible while performing certain classic movements and do this again and again and again and then deal it out yourself with a sword to an animal weighing half a ton which you love is more complicated than just facing death...
...I got real depressed, man...
...He was destined to enjoy peace scarcely two years...
...He went past reason and seemed to be fighting in a controlled rage...
...he could have learned Welsh, his parents spoke it...
...They get up inside the woman's body with either a surgical knife or a sharp-edged tube attached to a vacuum, and they either cut the baby up in pieces or they turn on the vacuum and it comes out like pulp...
...For our century, the classics generally agreed upon include H.M...
...He wanted to be alone with the bull and then he cited him and when he came in a rush Antonio coupled into him to make the long, slow endless passes that were like some deep music that only he and the bull could hear...
...on their ambivalent kinship with and subjection to the English and, of course, their ever-renewed and ever-failing attempt to keep alive the native tongue...
...it implies, by contrast with the Anglican church, an absence of ritual and poetry...
...As soon as I got her pregnant she got an abortion...
...Luis Miguel was lying half naked on a pallet, slugging from a flagon of cognac that he held by the neck while a doctor pressed together the raw round wrinkled brown lips of the puncture-the size of a silver dollar-in the lower righthand groin, sewing them tight with hard tuggings of the needle...
...It was he who imbued almost every pass with something that made the heart pound...
...Hemingway boasts in it that he had "written Pamplona once and for keeps...
...This would have been an appropriate moment for her to explain why Scotland is authentically famous for its medical achievements and why Welsh medicine is a compound of dilettantism and sorcery...
...He said to me three days before the Malaga fight, "I'm decentrado...
...You know why, ' she said...
...Yes, he could...
...Trying to sell herself, then us, on the grand tradition of Welsh medicine by relaying the practices of the famous (locally) Muddfoi School, she is compelled on second thought to confess that its doctrines were interfused with magic and impeded by ignorance...
...Hemingway had that and much else in mind...
...And when the man turned his head to look at her, Teresa pleaded: "Take responsibility for your fatherhood...
...The book is informative, no doubt of that...
...No mouths were bitter no matter what the eyes had seen...
...Perhaps it is not impertinent to suspect that her metamorphosis from James to Jan Morris has much to do with her present desire to express herself in terms of the distaff side (the intuitive side, the fanciful side) of her ancestry...
...But the passion and profundity of an Absalom, Absalom...
...He could not bear to share the limelight...
...The police know about it...
...He made all the classic passes and then seemed to try to refine them and make them purer in line and more dangerous as he purposely shortened his naturales by bringing his elbow in to bring the bull by him closer than it seemed any bull could be passed . . . [wrapping] the bull around him again and again and again...
...As they walked away, still shaking their heads, I thought, how normal their reaction was...
...I don't concur in the criticism-not wholly...
...Literature is the first Welsh glory, poetry is its apotheosis and the company of poets is the nobility of this nation...
...Tomlinson's The Sea and the Jungle, Evelyn Waugh's Ninety-Two Days, Graham Greene's Journey Without Maps, Freya Starke's The Valley of the Assassins, Peter Fleming's News from Tartary...
...Antonio almost made me choke up with the cape," Hemingway writes, accurately describing Ordonez's effect on anyone who saw him in the years when he was still hungry...
...so suavely, so simply, and so smoothly that every pass seemed to be sculptured...
...Hemingway relates this, and how it looked as though the horn had got Dominguin...
...The scarlet-faced, white-bearded legend was dressed in khaki slacks and a rusty orange T-shirt that stank of sweat...
...THE MATTER OF WALES: EPIC VIEWS OF A SMALL COUNTRY Jan Morris, with photographs by Paul Wakefield Oxford University Press/$22.50 Vernon Young J an Morris is usually described by her publishers and accepted by her readers as, par excellence, a writer of travelogues...
...When the horns claimed Manolete that afternoon, Dominguin inherited not only the crown but undying hatred...
...On the card with him were Gitanillo de Triana and the young, brash, obnoxious, brilliant Luis Miguel Gonzalez Lucas, "Dominguin," who for several years past had paraded around the bullrings stabbing the skies with the index finger of one hand to assert that he, not the aging and dissolute king, was numero uno...
...Since elsewhere she maintains that the Welsh have survived by something very close to duplicity, by cunning and the adaptable smile, they cannot be notably rock-like...
...Some things, however-inexplicably- Hemingway does not tell...
...Cetinje, in Yugoslavia, is Ruritania...
...Hemingway tries to give Dominguin his due...
...No one accepted the gift of his enemy's death so profoundly as Ordonez, and in the summer of 1959, no one killed more honorably...
...they would like (some of them would like) to have their language officially restored...
...And several of us started to cry...
...Lo sien-to," 1 said to the bullfighter ["I am sorry"], Abortion Clinic Blues The following is part of Juli Loesch's account of her six-day fast for life outside an abortion clinic: We attached a drawing of a happy, frisky fetus with the caption, "Peace Starts Here," to a wall just outside the clinic's property line...
...And I came back and got married to a beautiful woman...
...If literature is the first Welsh glory, where, during the last hundred years, is their equivalent of, let's say, Thomas Hardy or J.M...
...Of Pamplona, "It's a man's fiesta and women at it make trouble, never intentionally of course, but they nearly always make or have trouble...
...According to Jan Morris, the Welsh have the highest rate of stomach cancer in the British Isles...
...Glendower's revolt, however, was the terminal event in a specific historical context...
...and he was justified in exalting the gifts of Antonio Ordonez...
...She tries, at the outset, to advance Owen Glendower, the border chieftain whose squabble over land rights in the fifteenth century became political insurrection, as her representative hero, "the embodiment of ancient prophecies, foretelling the emergence of a liberator for Wales...
...We might think of her as a sociologist enhanced by impres-sidhism...
...Our writers include people like Peter Kreeft, Christopher Derrick, Dave An-drusko, Francis Canavan, and Sheldon Vanauk-en...
...He had gone too often to the well...
...Catholicism spread slowly, out of the Celtic church...
...Think of having a crowbar punched into your belly and savagely twisted inside your vitals...
...Their habitual diet today consists of chips, potato crisps and miscellaneous convenience foods...
...It is your performance as a creative artist each day and your necessity to function as a skillful killer...
...So when he furled the muleta and sighted with the sword, he aimed for the very high top of the notch between the shoulder blades and drove in over the horn...
...I was too ashamed to go back there without money in my pockets, you know...
...We don't want ever to hear all that any writer knows of his subject...
...That is a goring...
...She does not tell of the physical problem of getting from one place to another, crossing an Empty Quarter, confusing the Congo with the Nile or penetrating Amazonia...
...In England, non-conformism is a synonym for the morality of brick-chapel dissent...
...It won't do any good...
...A little like me, a little like her...
...But she just laughed...
...Nobody was defeated," end paragraph...
...But the essentials have not been visibly sifted...
...As for me...
...A spontaneous, naive reaction...
...I mean I couldn't, you know...
...I wrote a book on this once," end paragraph...
...What did that one look like...
...The reverse is the fact...
...That's cold-blooded...
...Lawrence...
...Hemingway reasonably feared that the long series of challenge matches between the proud veteran and his ferocious antagonist would kill one of them, maybe both...
...And until someone demonstrates otherwise, we shall presume that he knew better than Jan Morris why he so chose...
...Michener for having salvaged this material...
...Heavy hearts...
...There are times in The Dangerous Summer when the reader cringes, as when Hemingway's adulation of Ordonez reduces a great writer to a fawning hanger-on...
...Not the kind of choking where people sob . . . but the kind where your chest and throat tighten up and your eyes dim seeing something that you thought was dead and done with come to life before you...
...To the best-known Welsh poet of our nine, 'Dylan Thomas, she does not giant "nobility...
...While I lack the authority to dispute this comprehensive assertion, I have the distinct feeling that I am being imposed upon by her rhetoric...
...Dominguin had confessed worriedly to Hemingway that bad day, "I don't know what's the matter with me with the sword . . . I'm awful with it...
...Helpless...
...The Welsh have seldom been interested in food even when they could afford to be...
...she reveals, in this text of 425 pages, an anxiety-ridden compulsion to tell us everything she knows about Wales...
...What he does not tell is that the Valencia wound was freshly torn open, that the blood gushed from it to stain Dominguin's suit a rich crimson at the groin and thigh, and that despite this Dominguin shook off attendants who wanted to carry him to the infirmary, planted his enemy in the perilous center of the ring, summoned the bull from a distance, and executed five naturales that *are carved in time...
...There is his absurd machismo, which .translates too often into affected working-class solecisms (thats for whos, whos for whoms) and awful, tough guy prose that falls into bombast and groans with the hinges of empty significance, as in, "We tried to count the number of mountain ranges we had crossed and figure the mileage we had made and then we gave it up...
...on the Welsh propensity for old wives' tales...
...The fans of Manolete said that he had been pushed to his death by the ruthless challenger...
...on Welsh religions...
...He retired: famous, rich, married to one of the most beautiful women in the world, his terrible pride unchastened...
...Antonio watched him go down in a foot-gripping, staggering, rolling crash and the second mano a mano was over...
...I also met many whose lives have been wounded by abortion...
...Then my wife, she divorced me...
...In August of 1947, a Manolete past his prime was killed in the provincial Reid Buckley most recently founded the Buckley School of Public Speaking, which organizes seminars for professional executives...
...And finally one asked, "How they do that...
...It was a memorable afternoon," I answered him...
...he put them away...
...Her greatest critical failure in this book is her indifference to the usefulness, to the inevitability, of comparison...
...I am shocked to hear it...
...Hotchner valiantly wrestled down to 70,000 for serialization in the magazine, and from which James Michener, in a labor of love, has culled the 45,000 words that make up the present book...
...It makes me unspeakably sad adversely to criticize this book...
...Because he was writing his own obituary and his own place in literary history...
...I did not see Hemingway's account in Life, however...
...in fact she attributes his crack-up to his not having written in Welsh, and she seems to blame that on the heavy weight of English hegemony...
...The name and nature of what constitutes the poetic is confused in Miss Morris's mind...
...Hemingway's short stories, his Old Man and the Sea, and maybe A Farewell to Arms are "for keeps...
...It is true that Ord6nez bested Dominguin on that historic August afternoon when both men fought at the zenith of their skills, but why did not Hemingway mention those five perfect naturales in which Dominguin disdained sweet existence while the blood flowed down his legs, he who was intoxicated by the art that only a willing exposure to death can bring forth...
...She is at her best where she is most foreign, so that she is driven to find a master metaphor to subsume her interpretation...
...The reader winces...
...Morris herself concedes that "the Welsh are all too knowledgeable about the English and most of them would probably admit that if they have to live within the shadow of a mighty Power, better the English power than most...
...The trick isn't that impressive, the distance being under two yards, so there is nothing to boast about, other than Hemingway's steady hands after a heap of drinking and his and Ordonez's stupidity...
...That was at Malaga...
...It's legal...
...How tedious the drinking is...
...But we, who have received so many gifts of the imagination from Ernest Hemingway, must sympathize with him in his agony...
...think of being impaled on a crowbar, lifted up on it like meat on a hook, and then slammed to the ground...
...Yes, they abort babies right here...
...Antonio watched him with his hand up guiding his death as he had guided [the bull's] one performance in his short life, and suddenly the bull shuddered and crashed over...
...He had fought too many bulls...
...For example, Ramon: "Hey, listen, I'm a Vietnam vet...
...This from the man who scorns Dom-inguin's "tricks" and who despises Manolete's theatrics...
...Hemingway calls it one of the greatest fights ever...
...The novel is ultimately juvenile, its perceptions banal...
...Teresa, from our group, gave it another valiant try: "PleaseI Don't abort your child...
...If these are taken as exemplary, Jan Morris is not a travel writer...
...We don't want to hear everything she knows...
...The summer was dangerous for Ordonez and Dominguin, but it proved to be mortal for Ernest Hemingway...
...On the last day, one last couple was going in for an abortion...
...It will come as a surprise to many of us, 1 feel sure, that in the eighteenth century Wales was radically transformed by Methodism...
...There is everything wrong with this...
...Synge or W.B...
...Yeats or James Joyce or G.B...
...She backs and fills...
...or when he boasts of knocking the ashes off cigarettes Ordonez held in his mouth with a .22 rifle "seven times" at a portable shooting gallery his wife Mary had hired for his 60th birthday party, with Ordonez "puffing the cigarettes down to see how short he could make them...
...With The Matter of Wales she is less rewarding than ever before, less succinct, because her sentiment about Wales is insufficiently reconciled with her critical intelligence-or with her respect for limits...
...They kill babies...
...Haven't you been without the NEW OXFORD REVIEW long enough...
...The great Australian desert becomes the cultural desert of the east coast...
...And I couldn't stand not being able to support my kids...
...At the kill, he was incomparable: "By the time Antonio's fingers were bloodied the bull was dead but the bull did not know it for a while...
...An ecumenical monthly edited by orthodox Roman Catholics, we've been called "prophetic" by the Evangelical Newsletter, while the Editor of the National Catholic Register, Francis X. Maier, has said, "The NEW OXFORD REVIEW is simply the best publication of its kind in the United States - always provocative, always interesting, and always solidly Catholic...
...His expression was glazed, the eyes redstreaked, and sad- dear God how sad they were...
...Michener is off-base in his otherwise informative introduction when he castigates Hemingway for exaggerating the superiority of Antonio Ordonez, and he is wildly mistaken when he says of Dominguin that he was "usually the more artistic" of the two...
...But I had freshly re-read The Sun Also Rises that summer, the novel that made him famous, and I was shocked by my disappointment...
...I read The Dangerous Summer with a keen and very particular ache in my heart...
...Death therefore rode him like an obsession, and at the end, though he fought and defied Death, which stood for the extinction of his literary powers, it claimed him...
...Whatever her unconscious motives may be, they clearly conflict with her felt obligation to scholarship...
...In 1958, a young and handsome matador from the chalk-white Andalusian town of Ron-da unfurled one of the most exquisite capes in the history of bullfighting...
...on Welsh arts and sciences...
...She hurt me, you know...
...And he was being pushed beyond his powers not simply by a younger matador on the make, but by a superior artist...
...Well, anyone remotely interested in bullfighting and the literary legend that Ernest Hemingway once was should be grateful to Mr...
...el publico se ." ["Yes, it was all right . . . the public was entertained...
...Hemingway was nasty about F. Scott Fitzgerald, he was nasty about Dos Passos, he disparaged Faulkner...
...Shaw or D.H...
...Turning sixty at the time, Ernest Hemingway was desperately attempting to recover his youth and failing art...
...adapted from a recent issue of the New Oxford review We at the NEW OXFORD REVIEW think that some of the best, most poignant antiabor-tion writing appears in our pages...
...I have another mental image of Hemingway from that summer...
...Although she cites a number of poets unknown outside Wales (from her sketchy account of them, justifiably so), she ignores the proven merits of Alun Lewis and Vernon Watkins...
...Four black grade-school boys sauntered by...
...but the Methodist Revival, Y Diwygiad, hurled everything topsy-turvy, demolishing the social structure, transforming the culture, shifting the self-image and the reputation of the people, and eventually giving rise to a great convulsion of power that was truly a revolution...
...Being half-Welsh herself and anxious to impress us with the unique virtues of her countrymen, she overloads her chronicle...
...A fastidious palate is the first premise of a civilized community...
...Cold-blooded, man...
...He and the bull formed one solid mass and when he came out over the horn the bull had the long steel death in him to the hilt...
...What The Dangerous Summer is about is the act of writing...
...That is how I want to remember Hemingway, for whom this was to be the last good summer, who was to blow his brains out two years later, who, when he judged Dom-inguln, was judging Ernest Hemingway all along, who, when he gave the laurel crown of victory to Ordonez, was giving it, I conjecture, out of the highest pundonor on his part, to William Faulkner...
...He praises Dominguin for his gallantry in persisting with the mano-a-manos despite his wounds and emotional exhaustion, until a second goring in Bilbao put him out of action...
...When the toughguyness isn't plain awful, it is awful and embar-4 rassingly punk, as when he boasts of getting into a cage with a wolf, which we are given to understand does not harm him because the wolf comprehends that the great Hemingway is an admirer of wolves...
...Horns do not carry death in them...
...All mushed up...
...Is there not something desperate about informing us that in 1890 the Sealyham terrier was first bred by a John Owen Edwards in Dyfed, that it was intended for otter-hunting and was selectively evolved by pitting it against captive polecats...
...See my "Death and Dominguin" in the June 1968 Atlantic...
...Xart of Miss Morris's problem lies in that search for a controlling metaphor which is her customary point of departure...
...Dominguin was an incomparable domador (dominator, tamer) of the fighting bull and an exceptional artist in the classical Castilian mode, but it is Ordonez who had passion...
...There was only one thing for him left to do...
...THE DANGEROUS SUMMER Ernest Hemingway/Charles Scribner's Sons/$ 17.95 Reid Buckley In the summer of 1959 a doomed Ernest Hemingway came back to the Spain he had celebrated in The Sun Also Rises to cover the deadly rivalry developing between Luis Miguel Dom-inguin and Antonio Ordonez, two of the most sensational matadors in bullfighting annals...
...With scant subordination, she discourses on Welsh nature and wild life (the pages are among her best), on virtually a thousand years of Welsh history...
...And hubristic...
...Why not subscribe today...
...And we endeavor to take a prolife stance on all the burning issues of the day...
...In their first showdown at Valencia fifteen days before Malaga, Dominguin had been badly gored...
...The Christian faith took centuries to root itself in Wales...
...This is nonsense...
...Life had commissioned a 10,000 word article that the editors hoped would be a reprise of sorts of Death in the Afternoon...
...Why'd you do that?' I asked her...
...It is a very Spanish twist that he who would drive Dominguin back into the lists, who would humiliate him and very nearly satisfy the bloodlust of the idolators of Manolete, was married to the sister of his victim and managed by his victim's two brothers...
...And her preferred field of inquiry is the urban surround...
...What he was trying to explain was that he suffered a kind of blackout when the horns of the bull were in lethal range...
...He or she...
...For drama, for contrast in styles, for fidelity to the art, and for what Spaniards call pundonor, which goes beyond honor, there may never again be one like it...
...He tells how superb Dominguin could be with the banderillas, which Ordonez never touched...
...Since to begin with she does not acknowledge the appearance of National Romanticism everywhere in the West from the 1870s to World War I, she consequently over-inflates the rise and decline of Welsh consciousness as such in that period...
...I remember hearing that it disappointed...
...For twelve triumphal years, however, Dominguin ruled the arenas...
...He had to kill absolutely perfectly...
...He brought an imaginary bull into him with the open palm of his right hand...
...or a Light in August he never approaches...
...I even miss the third one, whatever it was...
...When I said, "This is where they kill babies," they responded with shock: "Say what...
...Well, God has punished them...
...Bitter lines around the mouth are the first sign of defeat...
...Their eyes widened...
...Anglicanism was imposed by a writ of law...
...Moreover, we cover the full range of theological, ethical, and social issues of concern to today's Christian...
...Vernon Young is a writer living in Philadelphia...
...About religion he was callow and formally ignorant...
...He could always break my heart with the cape...
...Call the police...
...Si," he agreed softly, '"staba bien...
...She does not distinguish the poetic as an ingredient of temperament from poetry, the craft, written by poets...
...he must have recognized in his own overblown, overlong, over-dramatic manuscript that he was through...
...After a lifetime of being nominally English (or at least British), serving in the British Army and traveling the world around, exercising upon the places she saw a distinctly English judgment (I believe she may underrate the Tory Within), there is something gratuitous in her resolve now to assert her identity as Welsh and to characterize the inhabitants of Wales as, above all, fey...
...Challengers came and went...
...Later I married another beautiful woman...
...If Welsh Methodism so wildly differs from its rational version in England, this is news she might have emphasized...
...She tries equally hard to associate the people of Wales with the character of their land-and-seascape-"The substance of Welsh nature is largely rock," being one of her many predications...
...Another one gone...
...Upon coming to the end of The Matter of Wales, gratified as I was to have learned all I hadn't known about the Welsh, what I knew now failed to enlarge my affection for them...
...I would'a supported you, ' I said...
...He, like Manolete (who is savagely criticized by Hemingway for fighting "half-bulls"), possessed the tragic dimension...
...Hemingway's fascination with bullfighting is easily explained, creativity being intimately of the stuff of death, sex, and religion...
...Her cup runneth over...
...So I miss my two kids...
...He deliberately repeated the passes that the bull had nearly gored him on...
...Hemingway turned away in pain and walked out of the room...
...he wrote 120,000 words that his friend and memorialist A.E...
...Like Dominguin, he was great, a disciplined stylist, a domador of prose, at his best wonderful, but in his time there was one greater than he, and like Dominguin he was making the mistake of coming back, of pitting himself in the arena again, and it did not work out...
...He too, like Dominguin, could be superb, and there are very good things in this book, good Hemingway, descriptions and narrations especially of action that only Hemingway could have written...
...It was made," end paragraph...
...This is my recollection: [It was a roomful] of melancholy wellwishers who had gathered as to a wake...
...their hands dropped to their sides...
...I see the bull coming, there...
...As he grew older he had become arrogant, and intolerant, and there was a spiteful nastiness in the man that transpires in such as his scathing remarks about a young fellow-American (not I; he didn't know I existed) who had the temerity to write about bullfighting too...
...They predicted that someone would come along one day to inflict vengeance on Dominguin, and they prayed to live to see it...
...The exhaustive study is nearly always tiresome, and hers is no exception...
...The clinic staffers escorted them briskly through the doors...
...He passed the imaginary bull through...
...Mi: Liss Morris pretends to be amused at the compiling of Firsts by Welsh chauvinists, yet she dutifully restates the compilation...
...I couldn't stand to make love to her after she did that...
...One of her most parenthetical summaries is all but her most damaging...
...In the unforgettable Malaga fight, Dominguin was brutally tossed by his third bull...
...I thought that if the characters took one more drink / would throw up...
...its like has not been typical and, as she must know, is not likely to be resurrected tomorrow...
...What the people who hated Dominguin most devoutly had wished all those years was happening...
...There can be no plausible view of Wales as a suppressed or beleaguered country, like Ireland or Poland...
...I know for a fact that Hemingway knew the wound had opened, because we were both in Dominguin's hotel room after the fight...
...She has researched and rehearsed every aspect of Wales that she hopes will ingratiate her probably uninformed reader...
...I coincided at three of the bullfights that Ernest Hemingway so memorably describes in this book...
...It did not matter...
...he was staring straight before him with the same infinitely sad eyes...
...It was Dominguin's high-water mark, as it turned out, because at Malaga he gave his best, he fought maybe better than ever he had fought before, and better than maybe fewer than a handful of matadors have ever fought or will ever fight, and he was beaten, and knew it, and has had henceforth to live with what for a man of Hemingway's own colossal pride is beyond endurance...
...The Welsh today would understandably like to have a greater share in their self-government...
...he chose to write his poems in English...
...To be sure, there are few subjects on which most of us are less informed than that of Wales...
...So I walked out on them...
...It was a front page photograph of him that appeared in the newspaper, the ABC, showing him outside a bullring supporting a peasant woman who had fainted in his burly arms...
...We've recently been taken notice of in Time, Newsweek, and The New York Times...
...Religion is frequently the determining factor in a people's destiny and on that score Miss Morris may be a more reliable informant...
...Then I see the bull going out, there...
...who twitched out a fugitive smile, asking me, "How do you think the afternoon went...
...A quibble is in order...
Vol. 18 • October 1985 • No. 10
