The Sun Also Rises - Chapter 13

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Chapter thirteen. One morning I wentdown to breakfast and the Englishman Harris was
already at the table. He wasreading the paper through spectacles. He looked
up and smiled, good morning,he said, let her for you.
I stopped at the post and theygave it to me with mine. The
letter was at my place at thetable, weenie against a coffee cup.

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Harris was reading the paper again.I opened the letter. It had been
forwarded from Pamplona. It was dateat San Sebastian, Sunday. Dear Jake,
we got here Friday. Brett passedout on the train, so brought
her here for three days rest withold friends of ours. We go to

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Montoyo Hotel, Pamplona Tuesday, arrivingat I don't know what hour. Will
you send a note by the busto tell us what to do. To
rejoin you all on Wednesday. Allour love and sorry to be late,
but Brett was really done in.It will be quite all right by Tuesday,
and is practically so now. Iknow her so well and try to
look after her, but it's notso easy. Loved all the chaps.

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Michael, what day of the weekis it? I asked Harris, Wednesday,
I think, yes, quite Wednesday. Wonderful how one loses track of
the days up here in the mountains. Yes, we've been here nearly a
week. I hope you're not thinkingof leaving. Yes, we'll go in
on the afternoon bus. I'm afraid, what a rotten business. I had

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hoped we'd all have another go atthe Arati together. We have to go
into Pomplona. We're meeting people there. What rotten luck for me. We've
had a jolly time here at Brigette. Come on in to Pamplona. We
can play some bridge there, andthere's going to be a damned fon fiesta.
I'd like to awfully nice of youto ask me. I'd best up

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on here, though I've not muchmore time to fish. You want those
big ones in the Arati, Isay, I do you know? They're
enormous trout there. I'd like totry them once more. Do stop over
another day, be a good chap. We really have to get into town,
I said, what a pity.After breakfast, Bill and I were

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sitting warming in the sun on abench out in front of the inn and
talking it over. I saw agirl coming up the road from the center
of the town. She stopped infront of us and took a telegram out
of the leather wallet that hung againsther skirt. Poor Roustades. I looked
at it. The address was BarnesBurgette. Yes, it's for us.

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She brought out a book for meto sign, and I gave her a
couple of coppers. The telegram wasin Spanish, then go waves cone.
I handed it to Bill. Whatdoes the word cone mean? He asked,
what a lousy telegram? I said, he could send ten words for
the same price. I come Thursday. That gives you a lot of dope,

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doesn't it. It gives you allthe dope that's of interest to Kohane.
We're going in anyway, I said, there's no use trying to move
Breton Mike out here and back beforethe fiesta. Should we answer it?
We might as well, said Bill. There's no need for us to be
snooty. We walked up to thepost office and asked for a telegraph blank.

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What will we say? Bill asked, arriving tonight, that's enough.
We paid for the message and walkedback to the inn. Harris was there,
and the three of us walked upto Ronque Valle's. We went through
the monastery. It's a remarkable place, Harris said when we came out.
But you know, I'm not muchon those sort of places me either.

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Bill said, it's a remarkable place, though, Harris said, I wouldn't
not have seen it. I've beenintending coming up each day. It isn't
the same as fishing, though,is it? Bill last? He liked
Harris, I say not. We'restanding in front of the old chapel of
the monastery. Isn't that a pubacross the way? Harris asked? Or

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do my eyes deceive me? Ithas the look of a pub. Bill
said, it looks to me likea pub. I said, I say,
said Harris, what's utilize it?He'd taken up utilizing from Bill.
We had a bottle of wine apiece. Harris would not let us pay.
He talked to Spanish quite well,and the innkeeper would not take our money.

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I say, you don't know whatit's meant to me to have you
chaps up here. We've had agrand time, Harris. Harris was a
little tight. I say, really, you don't know how much it means.
I've not had much fun since thewar. We'll fish together again sometime.
Don't you forget it, Harris?We must. We have had such
a jolly good time. How aboutanother bottle around? Jolly good idea,

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said Harris. This is mine,said Bill. Where we don't drink it.
I wish you'd let me pay forit. It does give me pleasure.
You know this is going to giveme pleasure. Bill said. The
innkeeper brought in the fourth bottle.We kept the same glasses. Harris lifted
his glass. I say, youknow this does utilize well. Bill slapped

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him on the back. Good oldHarris, I say, you know,
my name isn't really Harris. It'sWilson Harris, all one name with a
hyphen, you know, good oldWilson Harris. Bill said, we call
you Harris because we're so fond ofyou. I say, Barnes, you
don't know what this all means tome. Come on and utilize another glass,

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I said, Barnes, really,Barnes, you can't know that's all.
Drink up, Harris. We walkedback down the road from Ronque Vales
with Harris between us. We hadlunch at the inn, and Harris went
with us to the bus. Hegave us his card with his address in
London and his club and his businessat and as we got on the bus,

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he handed us each an envelope.I opened mine and there were a
dozen flies in it. Harris hadtied them himself. He tied all his
own flies. I say it,Harris, I began, no, no,
he said, he was climbing downfrom the bus. They're not first
rate flies at all. I onlythought if you fished them sometime, it
might remind you of what a goodtime we had. The bus started,

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Harris stood in front of the postoffice. He waved. As we started
along the road, he turned andwalked back toward the inn. Say wasn't
that Harris? Nice? Bill said, I think he really did have a
good time. Harris, you bethe did. I wish he'd come into
Pomplona. You wanted to fish.Yes, you couldn't tell how English would

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mix with each other anyway, Isuppose not. We got into Pamplona late
in the afternoon and the bus stoppedin front of the Hotel Montoya. Out
in the plaza. They were stringingelectric light wires to light the plaza for
the fiesta. A few kids cameup when the bus stopped, and a
custom officer for the town made allthe people getting down from the bus open

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their bundles on the sidewalk. Wewent into the hotel and on the stairs
I met Montoya. He shook handswith us, smiling in his embarrassed way.
Your friends are here, he said, mister Campbell, Yes, mister
Kohne and mister Campbell and lady Ashley. He smiled, as though there were
something I would hear about. Whendid they get in? Yesterday? I

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saved you the rooms you had,that's fine. Did you give mister Campbell
the room on the plaza? Yes, all the rooms we looked at.
Where are our friends now? Ithink they went to the pelota? And
how about the bulls? Montoya smiled. Tonight, he said, Tonight at
seven o'clock they bring in the villarbulls and tomorrow come them me or us?

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Do you all go down? Oh? Yes, they've never seen at
Senka Ronada. Montoya put his handon my shoulder. I'll see you there.
He smiled again. He always smiled, as though bull fighting were a
very special secret between the two ofus, or rather shocking but really very
deep secret that we knew about.He always smiled as though there were something

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lewd about the secret to outsiders,but that it was something that we understood.
It would not do to expose itto people who would not understand.
Your friend, is he officionado too, Montoya smiled at Bill. Yes,
he came all the way from NewYork to see the san Fermines. Yes,

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Montoya politely disbelieved. But he's notofficionado like you. He put his
hand on my shoulder again, embarrassedly. Yes, I said, he's a
real officionado, but he's not officionadolike you are. Officion means passion in
officionado is one who is passionate aboutthe bull fights. All the good bull

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fighters stayed at Montoya's hotel, thatas those with officions stayed there. The
commercial bull fighters stayed once perhaps,and then did not come back. The
good ones came each year. InMontoya's room were their photographs. The photographs
were dedicated to Juanito Montoya or tohis sister. The photographs of bull fighters

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Montoya had really believed in were framedphotographs of bull fighters who had been without
officion Montoya kept in a drawer ofhis desk. They often had the most
flattering inscriptions, but they did notmean anything. One day, Montoya took
them all out and dropped them inthe waste basket. He did not want
them around. We often talked aboutbulls and bull fighters. I'd stopped at

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the Montoya for several years. Wenever talked for very long at a time.
It was simply the pleasure of discoveringwhat we each felt. Men would
come in from distant towns and beforethey left Pamplona stop and talk for a
few minutes when Montoya about bulls.These men were officionaldos. Those who were

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officionalos could always get rooms even whenthe hotel was full. Montoya introduced me
to some of them. They werealways very polite at first, and it
amused them very much that I shouldbe an American. Somehow, it was
taken for granted that an American couldnot have officion. He might simulate it
or confuse it with excitement, buthe could not really have it. When

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they saw that I had officion,and there was no password, no set
questions that could bring it out.Rather, it was a sort of oral
spiritual examination, with the questions alwaysa little on the defensive and never apparent.
There was the same embarrassed putting thehand on the shoulder or a buen
homre. But nearly always there wasthe actual touching. It seemed as though

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they wanted to touch you to makeit certain. Montoya could forgive anything of
a bullfighter who had officion. Hecould forgive attacks of nerves, panic,
bad, unexplainable actions, all sortsof lapses for one who had officion.
He could forgive anything at once.He forgave me all my friends without his

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ever saying anything. They were simplya little something shameful between us, like
the spilling open of the horses andbull fighting. Bill had gone upstairs as
we came in, and I foundhim washing and changing in his room.
Well, he said, talk alot of Spanish. He was telling me
about the bulls coming in tonight.Let's find the gang and go down,

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all right, they'll probably be atthe cafe. Have you got tickets?
Yes, I got them for allthe unloadings. What's it like? He
was pulling his cheek before the glass, looking to see if they were unshaved
patches under the line of the jaw. It's pretty good, I said.
They let the bulls out of thecages one at a time, and they

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have steers in the corral to receivethem and keep them from fighting. And
the bulls tear in at the steers, and the steers run around like old
maids trying to quiet them down.Do they ever gore the steers? Sure,
sometimes they go right after them andkill them. Can't the steers do
anything? No, they're trying tomake friends. What do they have them

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in for? To quiet down thebulls and keep them from breaking the horns
against the stone walls or goring eachother must be swelled being a steer.
We went down the stairs and outof the door and walked across the square
toward the Cafe Urunya. There weretwo lonely looking ticket houses standing in the

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square. Their windows marked sol IsSombra and Sombra were shut. They would
not open until the day before thefiesta. Across the square, the white
wicker tables and chairs of the Urunyaextended out beyond the arcade to the edge
of the street. I looked forBret and Mike at the tables. They
were there, Breton, Mike,and Robert Kohane. Brett was wearing a

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basque beret, so was Mike.Robert Cone was bareheaded and wearing his spectacles.
Brett saw us coming and waved.Her eyes crinkled up as we came
to the table. Hullo you chaps, she called. Brett was happy.
Mike had a way of getting anintensity of feeling into shaking hands. Robert
Cone shook hands because we were back. Where the hell have you been?

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I asked? I brought them uphere? Cone said, what rot?
Brett said, we'd have gotten hereearlier. If you hadn't come, you'd
never gotten here. What rot?You chaps are brown? Look at Bill?
Did you get good fishing? Myguest, we wanted to join you
wasn't bad? We missed you.I wanted to come, Cone said,

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but I thought I ought to bringthem. You bring us? What rot?
Was it really good? Mike asped, did you take money? Some
days? We took a dozen apiece? There was an englishman up there named
Harris. Bill said, ever knowhim, Mike? He was in the
war, too fortunate fellow. Mikesaid, what times we had? How

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I wish those dear days were back. Don't be an ass. Were you
in the war, Mike Kane asked, Was I not? He was a
very distinguished soldier. Brett said,tell them about the time your horse bolted
down Piccadilly. I'll not. I'vetold that four times. You never told
me. Robert Cone said, I'llnot tell that story. It reflects discredit

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on me. Tell them about yourmetals, I'll not. That story reflects
great discredit on me. What storyis that? Brett will tell you.
She tells all the stories that reflectdiscredit on me. Go on tell it,
Bret, should I I'll tell itmyself. What metals have you got,
Mike, I haven't got any metals. You must have some. I

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suppose of the usual metals, butI never sent in for them. One
time there was this wopping big dinnerand the Prince of Wales was to be
there, and the cards said metalswill be worn. So naturally I had
no metals. And I stopped atmy tailor's and he was impressed by the
invitation, and I thought that's agood piece of business. And I said
to him, you've got to fixme up with some metals. He said,

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what metals, sir? And Isaid, oh, any metals.
Just give me a few metals.So he said, what metals have you,
sir? And I said, howshould I know? Did he think
I spent all my time reading thebloody gazette. Just give me a good
lot, pick them out yourself.So he got me some metals, you
know, miniature metals, and handedme the box, and I put it

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in my pocket and forgot it.Well. I went to the dinner,
and it was the night they'd shotHenry Wilson. So the Prince didn't come
and the king didn't come, andno one wore any metals, and all
these coves were busy taking off theirmetals, and then I had mine in
my pocket. He stopped for usto laugh. Is that all? That's
all? Perhaps I didn't tell itright, You didn't, said Brett,

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But no matter, we are alllaughing. Ah, yes, said Mike.
I know now. It was adamned dull dinner and I couldn't stick
it, so I left. Lateron in the evening, I found the
box in my pocket. What's this, I said, Metals, bloody military
metals. So I cut them alloff their backing, you know. They

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put them on a strip and gavethem all around, gave one to each
girl form a souvenir. They thoughtI was hell'sone Shakes of a soldier give
away metals in a nightclub dashing fellow. Tell the rest, Brett said,
don't you think that was funny,my guest, We were all laughing.
It was, I swear it was. Any rate, My tailor wrote me

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and wanted the metals back, senta man around, kept on writing for
months. Seemed some chap had themto be cleaned. Frightfully military cove set
hells on store by them. Mikepaused, brought in luck for the tailor.
He said, you don't mean it. Bill said, I should think
it would have been grand for thetailor. Frightfully good tailor. Never believe

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it to see me now, Mikesaid, I used to pay him a
hundred pounds a year just to keephim quiet so he wouldn't send me any
bills. Frightful blow to him whenI went bankrupt was right after the medals
gave his letters rather a bitter tone. How did you go bankrupt? Bill
asked, two ways. Mike said, gradually and then suddenly. What brought

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it on? Friends, said Mike. I had a lot of friends,
false friends. Then I had creditorstoo, probably had more creditors than anybody
in England. Tell them about inthe court. Brett said, I don't
remember. Mike said, I wasjust a little tight tight. Brett exclaimed,
you were blind. Extraordinary thing,Mike said, met my former partner

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the other day. Offered to buyme a drink. Tell them about your
learned council. Brett said, Iwill not. Mike said, my learned
council was blind too. I say, this is the gloomy subject. Are
we going down and see these bullsunloaded or not? Let's go down.
We called the waiter, paid andstarted to walk through the town. I

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started off walking with Brett, butRobert Kohane came up and joined her on
the other side. The three ofus walked along past the Ajunta Miento with
the banners hung from the balcony,down past the market and down past the
steep street that led to the bridgeacross the Arga. There were many people
walking to go and see the bulls. And carriages drove down the hill and

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across the bridge, the drivers,the horses and the whips rising above the
walking people in the street. Crossthe bridge, we turned up a road
to the corrals. We passed awine shop with a sign in the window
good wine thirty centeams a litter.That's where we'll go when funds get low,
Brett said. The woman standing inthe door of the wine shop looked

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at us as we passed. Shecalled into some one in the house,
and three girls came to the windowand stared. They were staring at Brett.
At the gate of the corrals,two men took tickets from the people
that went in. We went inthrough the gate. There were trees inside
and a low stone house. Atthe far end was the stone wall of
the corrals, with apertures in thestone that were like loopholes running all along

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the face of each corral. Aladder led up to the top of the
wall, and people were climbing upthe ladder and spreading down to stand on
the walls that separated the two corrals. As we came up the ladder,
walking across the grass under the trees, we passed the big gray painted cages
with the bulls in them. Therewas one bull in each traveling box.

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They had come by train from abull breeding ranch in Castile and had been
unloaded off flat cars at the stationand brought up here to be left out
of their cages into the corrals.Each cage was stenciled with the name and
the brand of the bull breeder.We climbed up and found a place on
the wall looking down into the corral. The stone walls were whitewashed, and

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there was straw on the ground,and wooden feed boxes and water troughs set
against the wall. Look up there, I said, Beyond the river rose
the plateau of the town. Allalong the old walls and ramparts. People
were standing. The three lines offortifications made three black lines of people.
Above the walls. There were headsin the windows of the houses at the

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far end of the plateau. Boyshad climbed into the trees. They must
think something is going to happen,brit said, they want to see the
bulls. Mike and Bill were onthe other wall, across the pit of
the corral. They waved to us. People who'd come late were standing behind
us, pressing against us when otherpeople crowded them. Why don't they start,

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Robert Cone asked. A single mulewas hitched to one of the cages
and dragged it up against the gatein the corral wall. The men shoved
and lifted it with crowbars into positionagainst the gate. Men were standing on
the wall ready to pull up thegate of the corral and then the gate
of the cage. The other endof the corral, a gate opened,
and two steers came in, swayingtheir heads and trotting their lean flanks swinging.

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They stood together at the far end, their heads toward the gate where
the bull would enter. They don'tlook happy, Brett said. The men
on top of the wall leaned backand pulled up the door of the corral.
Then they pulled up the door ofthe cage. I leaned way over
the wall and tried to see intothe cage. It was dark. Someone
rapped on the cage with an ironbar. Inside something seemed to explode.

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The bull, striking into the woodfrom side to side with his horns,
made a great noise, and Isaw a dark muzzle and the shadow of
horns, And then with a clatteringon the wood in the hollow box,
the bull charged and came out intothe corral, skidding with his fore feet
and the straw. As he stoppedhis head up, the great hump of
muscle on his neck swollen tight,his body muscles quivering as he looked up

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at the crowd on the stone walls. The two steers backed away against the
wall, their heads sunken, theireyes watching the bull. The bulls saw
them and charged. A man shoutedfrom behind one of the boxes and slapped
his hat against the planks and thebull before he reached the steer turned gathered
himself in charge where the man hadbeen trying to reach him behind the planks,

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with a half dozen quick searching driveswith the right horn. My god,
it's a neat beautiful Bret said.We were looking right down on him.
Look how he knows how to usehis horns. I said, he's
got a left and a right,just like a boxer. Not really,
you watch it goes too fast.Wait, there'll be another one in a
minute. They had backed up anothercage into the entrance in the far corner.

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A man from behind one of theplank shelters attracted the bull. While
the bull was facing away, thegate was pulled up and a second bull
came out into the corral. Hecharged straight for the steers, and two
men ran out from behind the planksand shouted to turn him. He did
not change his direction, and themen shouted ha ha toro and waved their
arms. The two steers turned sidewaysto take the shock, and the bull

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drove into one of the steers.Don't look, I said to Brett.
She was watching fascinated. Fine,I said, if it doesn't buck you,
I saw it, she said.I saw him shift from his left
to his right horn. Damn good. The steer was down now, his
neck stretched out, his head twisted. He lay the way he had fallen.

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Suddenly, the bull left off andmade for the other steer, which
had been standing at the far end, his head swinging watching it all.
The steer ran awkwardly, and thebull caught him, hooked him lightly in
the flank, and then turned awayand looked up at the crowd on the
walls, his crest of muscle rising. The steer came up to him and
made as the nose at him,and the bull hooked prefunctorily. The next

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time he nosed at the steer,and then the two of them trotted over
to the other bull. When thenext bull came out, all three,
the two bulls and the steer stoodtogether, their heads side by side,
their horns against the newcomer. Ina few minutes, the steer picked the
new bull up, quieted him down, and made him one of the herd.

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When the last two bulls had beenunloaded. The herd were altogether.
The steer who had been gored hadgotten to his feet and stood against the
stone wall. None of the bullscame near him, and he did not
attempt to join the herd. Weclimbed down from the wall with a crowd
and had a last look at thebulls through the loopholes in the wall of

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the corral. They were all quietnow, their heads down. We got
a carriage outside and rode up tothe cafe. Mike and Bill came in
half an hour later. They hadstopped on the way for several drinks.
We were sitting in the cafe.That's an extraordinary business, Brett said,
Well, those last ones fight aswell as the first. Robert Cone asked,

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they seemed to quiet down awfully fast. They all know each other,
I said, they're only dangerous whenthey're alone, or only two or three
of them together. What do youmean dangerous, Bill said, They all
look dangerous to me. They onlywant to kill when they're alone. Of
course, if you went in there, you'd probably detach one of them from

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the herd, and he'd be dangerous. That's too complicated, Bill said,
don't you ever detach me from theherd, Mike, I say, Mike
said they were fine bulls, weren'tthey? Did you see the horns?
Did I not? Said Brett.I had no idea what they were like.
Did you see the one hit thatsteer? Mike? Guess that was
extraordinary. It's no life being assteer, Robert Kane said, don't you

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think so? Mike said, Iwould have thought you'd love being a steer.
Robert, what do you mean,Mike? They lead such a quiet
life. They never say anything,and they're always hang about. So we
were embarrassed. Bill laughed. RobertCone was angry. Mike went on talking.
I should think you'd love it.You never have to say a word.

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Come on, Robert, do saysomething. Don't just sit there.
I said something, Mike. Don'tyou remember about the steers? Oh?
Say something more, Say something funny. Can't you see we're all having a
good time here. Come off it, Michael, you're drunk. Brett said,
I'm not drunk. I'm quite serious. Is Robert Cone going to follow

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Brett around like a steer all thetime? Shut up, Michael, Try
and show a little breeding. Breeding? Be damned, Who is any breeding
anyway? Except the bulls. Aren'tthe bulls lovely? Don't you like them?
Bill? Why don't you say something? Robert? Don't sit there looking
like a bloody funeral? What ifBrett did sleep with you? She slept
with lots of better people than you. Shut up, Coen said, he

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stood up. Shut up, Mike, Oh, don't end up and act
as though you were going to hitme. That won't make any difference to
me. Tell me, Robert,why do you follow Brett around like a
poor bloody steer? Don't you knowyou're not wanted? I know when I'm
not wanted. Why don't you knowwhen you're not wanted? You came down
to Sound Sebastian where you weren't wantedand followed Brett around like a bloody steer?

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Do you think that's right? Shutup? You're drunk? Perhaps I
am drunk. Why aren't you drunk? Why don't you ever get drunk?
Robert? You know you didn't havea good time at Saint Sebastian because none
of our friends would invite you onany of the parties. You can't blame
them hardly, can you. Iasked them to they wouldn't do it.
You can't blame them now? Canyou now answer me? Can you blame

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them? Go to hell? Mike, I can't blame them. Can you
blame them? Why do you followBrett around? Haven't you any manners?
How do you think it makes mefeel? You're a splendid one to talk
about manners? Brett said, you'vesuch lovely manners. Come on, Robert,
Bill said, what do you followher around for? Bill stood up
and took hold of Koane. Don'tgo, Mike said, Robert, Khane's

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going to buy a drink. Billwent off with Koane. Koane's face was
sallow. Mike went on talking.I sat and listened for a while.
Brett looked disgusted. I say,Michael, you might not be such a
bloody ass. She interrupted, I'mnot saying he's not right, you know.
She turned to me. The emotionleft Mike's voice. We're all friends

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together. I'm not so damn drunkas I sounded. He said, I
know you're not. Brett said,we're none of us sober. I said,
I didn't say anything I didn't mean, but you put it so badly.
Brett laughed. He was an ass, though he came down to saint
Sebastian where he damn well wasn't wanted. He hung hero on Brett and just

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looked at her. It made medamn well sick. He did behave very
badly. Brett said, Mark youBrett's had affairs with men before. She
tells me all about everything. Shegave me this chap Cones's letters to read.
I wouldn't read them, Damn nobleof you. No, listen,
Jake, Brett's gone off with men, but they weren't ever Jews, and

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they didn't come and hang about afterwards. Damn good chaps. Brett said,
it's all right to talk about it. Michael and I understand each other.
She gave me Robert Cone's letters.I wouldn't read them. You wouldn't read
any letters, Darling, you wouldn'tread mine. I can't read letters,
Mike said. Funny, isn't it. You can't read anything. No,

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you're on there. I read quitea bit I read when I'm at home.
You'll be writing next. Brett said, come on, Michael, do
buck up. You've got to gothrough with this thing. Now he's here.
Don't spoil the fiesta, but lethim behave. Then he'll behave.
I'll tell him. You tell him, Jake, tell him either he must
behave or get out. Yes,I said it would be nice for me

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to tell him. Look, Brett, tell Jake what Robert calls you.
That is perfect? You know.Oh no, I can't go on.
We're all friends, ought we allfriends. Jake, I can't tell him.
It's too ridiculous. I'll tell him. You won't, Michael, don't
be an ass. He calls herseerceay. Mike said. He claimed she

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turns men into swine. Damn good. I wish I were one of these
literary chaps. He'd be good.You know. Brett said, he writes
a good letter. I know.I said, he wrote me from San
Sebastian. That was nothing. Brettsaid he can write a damned amusing letter.
She made me write that she wassupposed to be ill. I damn

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will was too. Come on,I said, we must go in and
eat. How should I meet Kohen? Mike said, just act as though
nothing had happened. It's quite allright with me. Mike said, I'm
not embarrassed he says anything. Justsay you were tight, quite And the
funny thing is I think I wastight. Come on, Brett said,

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are these poisonous things paid for?I must bathe before dinner. We walked
across the square. It was dark, and all around the square were the
lights from the cafes under the arcades. We walked across the gravel under the
trees to the hotel. They wentupstairs, and I stopped to speak with
Montoya. Well, how did youlike the bulls? He asked. Good,

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they were nice bulls. They're allright. Montoya shook his head.
But they're not too good. Whatdidn't you like about them? I don't
know. They just didn't give methe feeling that they were so good.
I know what you mean. They'reall right, Yes, they're all right.
How did your friends like them?Fine? Good, Montoya said.

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I went upstairs. Bill was inhis room, standing on the balcony looking
out at the square. I stoodbeside him. Where's Koane upstairs in his
room? How does he feel like? Hell? Naturally, Mike was awful.
He's terrible when he's tight. Hewasn't so tight the hell he wasn't.
I know what we had before wecame to the cafe. He sobered

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up afterward. Good, it wasterrible. I don't like cone. God
knows and I think it was asilly trick for him to go down to
San Sebastian. But nobody has anybusiness to talk like Mike. How'd you
like the bulls? Grand? It'sgrand the way they bring him out Tomorrow,
Come to me or us? Whendoes the fiesta start day after tomorrow.

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We've got to keep Mike from gettingso tight. That kind of stuff
is terrible. We'd better get cleanedup for supper. Yes, that will
be a pleasant meal, won't it. As a matter of fact, supper
was a pleasant meal. Brett worea black sleeveless evening gown. She looked

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quite beautiful. Mike acted as thoughnothing had happened. I had to go
up and bring Robert Cone down.He was reserved informal, and his face
was still taught and sallow, buthe cheered up finally, could not stop
looking at Brett. It seemed tomake him happy. Must have been pleasant
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her, and that everyone knew it. They could not take that away from
him. It was very funny,so was Michael. They were good together.
It was like certain dinners I rememberfrom the war. There was much
wine and ignored tension and a feelingof things coming that you could not prevent
happening. Under the wine, Ilost the disgusted feeling and was happy.

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It seemed they were all such nicepeople. End of Chapter thirteen.