In bullfighting there is a term called querencia. The querencia is the spot in the ring to which the bull returns. Each bull has a different querencia, but as the bullfight continues, and the animal becomes more threatened, it returns more and more often to his spot. As he returns to his querencia, he becomes more predictable. And so, in the end, the matador is able to kill the bull because in.
Bullfighting is anachronistic - you enter into a bullring and you're leaving behind the values of the world outside the ring. I suppose that what I would want to acknowledge is that perhaps the tension, the crucial tension, isn't necessarily between the view of bullfighting as a tradition versus as an art form, but between the values inside the ring and the values outside the ring.
Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.
["The Sun Also Rises" is about] bullfighting, bullslinging and bullsh[*]t.
It's almost impossible to imagine bullfighting abolished from Spain entirely. Values do change, though.
Bullfighting can be an art Boxing can be an art Loving can be an art Opening a can of sardines can be an art
I visited Eduardo Miura’s ranch in Seville where he raised bulls for bullfighting, and I was so impressed that by the time I got home I had already selected my future emblem.
