The bull was in the ring again, running from cloak to cloak,foolishly. He
leaned over and asked the Mexican next toOwen if he might change seats with
him. But at first another picador put nobly forward on his blindfoldedold
horse. The band seemed scarcely tohave started, when the piece was
over.
Whereupon a banana skin rattled on Villiers tidy and ladylikelittle
panama.
Probably it needed skill and courage, but itLOOKED silly. The shouting
was a great yell: the degenerate mob ofMexico City! Human cowardice and
beastliness, a smellof blood, a nauseous whiff of bursten bowels! His main
political objective, the peaceful ending ofBritish rule, had after all been
attained. How could any mans coat-collar look so homemade, so en famille! Now
you will havesomething to write about, in your letters to England.
Was the
fatfellow free to sit between Villiers feet, or was Villiers free tokeep his
foot-space?
However, Gandhis pacifism can be separated to some extent from his
otherteachings.
He jerked his head downwards,and slouched off. The scene was
creating a very hostile attitude in the audience.
It was as if some little
person inside her were sulking andresisting.
Yes, I think perhaps its wiser,
said Owen, with assumednonchalance, putting on his hat again.
The bull trotted
waveringly and somewhat irritated. Little soldiers in washed-out
cottonuniforms, pinky drab, hung around an entrance. You dont elbow
yourneighbour if hes got a pistol on his hip and a knife at his belly. There
sat the bands, in as much pomp as they could muster, but theydid not begin to
play.
The attendants vaulted once more into thecorridor. But at first another
picador put nobly forward on his blindfoldedold horse.
Just about as gallant as
assistantsin a butchers shop. And back into the gangway vaulted the servants,
where they stoodagain to look on. The sky was cloudy, preparing for the rainy
season.
Owenstarted, bridled, transfixed for a moment.
Is there a Gandhi in
Russia at this moment?
You dont elbow yourneighbour if hes got a pistol on his
hip and a knife at his belly. This pretty event took place on Kates side of the
ring, and notfar from where she sat, below her. And he continued, quietly but
very emphatically, to push theMexicans shoulder, to remove him.
How could any
mans coat-collar look so homemade, so en famille!
But Owen excitedly surged
tothe entrance that corresponded to his ticket.
There sat the bands, in as much
pomp as they could muster, but theydid not begin to play.
Fischer, but Gandhi
was merely being honest. To contact Project Gutenberg of Australia go to
http://gutenberg. Toleave the bull-fight is a national insult.
She looked
swiftly at Owen, who looked like a guilty boyspellbound.
Owen came running
after her, flustered, and drawn in alldirections.
Kate knew if she saw any more
she would go into hysterics.
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