,you know any more about bullfighting than when you started?' 'No. reputa- tions, he crossed himself with extra fervour, kissing the fingernail of his right thumb. This entry scene was like nothing else in sport or spectacle. Juan G6mez, the relentless little Indian, would continue to fight the bulls with increasing valour, 'tickling the
wenty-first of December approached, it looked as if it might continue its flight south until it disappeared altogether. en he drank in private with his closest advisers he would say in the fourth or fifth hour, 'Now I see it all very clearly. In the old days there had been half a dozen toreros named Gordito - the little fat guy - and one had been the premier loses oil wells; tried not to took at the mad that had always haunted me, but I was oil wells
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