The Year In Sex

The BULL You See The BULL You Don'tT he bull died. Alice had never really given the matter any thought. At Las Ventas bullring there was pageantry, and horns blared. She was able to recognize a kind of art in the ritual motion, the fancy foot­work, the strutting of courageous men. Then the thin blade stabbed, puncturing a lung, and the bull died. A team of men and horses clattered into the ring and towed it out, bleeding and floppy. Sweepers followed, obliterating the imprint of the body being d...