I do not know what time I got to bed. I remember undressing, putting on a bathrobe, and standing out on the balcony. I knew I was quite drunk, and when I came in I put on the light over the head of the bed and started to read. I was reading a book by Turgenieff. Probably I read the same two pages over several times. It was one of the stories in A Sportsmans Sketches. I had read it before, but it seemed quite new. The country became very clear and the feeling of pressure in my head seemed to loos...
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Let him sleep, the man whispered. Hes all right. Two hours later Cohn appeared. He came into the front room still with the wreath of garlics around his neck. The Spaniards shouted when he came in. Cohn wiped his eyes and grinned. I must have been sleeping, he said. Oh, not at all, Brett said. You were only dead, Bill said. Arent we going to go and have some supper? Cohn asked. Do you want to eat? Yes. Why not? Im hungry. Eat those garlics, Robert, Mike said. I say. Do eat those garlics. Cohn sto...
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Does Cohn look bored? I asked. That kike! Outside the ring, after the bull-fight was over, you could not move in the crowd. We could not make our way through but had to be moved with the whole thing, slowly, as a glacier, back to town. We had that disturbed emotional feeling that always comes after a bull-fight, and the feeling of elation that comes after a good bullfight. The fiesta was going on. The drums pounded and the pipe music was shrill, and everywhere the flow of the crowd was broken by...
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Just temporarily, I said. Were talking bulls. You _are_ superior. Tell him that bulls have no balls, Mike shouted. He was drunk. Romero looked at me inquiringly. Drunk, I said. Borracho! Muy borracho! You might introduce your friends, Brett said. She had not stopped looking at Pedro Romero. I asked them if they would like to have coffee with us. They both stood up. Romeros face was very brown. He had very nice manners. I introduced them all around and they started to sit down, but there was not ...
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In the morning it was raining. A fog had come over the mountains from the sea. You could not see the tops of the mountains. The plateau was dull and gloomy, and the shapes of the trees and the houses were changed. I walked out beyond the town to look at the weather. The bad weather was coming over the mountains from the sea. The flags in the square hung wet from the white poles and the banners were wet and hung damp against the front of the houses, and in between the steady drizzle the rain came...
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Ill festa them, Bill said. Youre an extraordinarily beautiful girl. Mike turned to Bills friend. When did you come here? Come off it, Michael. I say, she _is_ a lovely girl. Where have I been? Where have I been looking all this while? Youre a lovely thing. _Have_ we met? Come along with me and Bill. Were going to festa the English. Ill festa them, Bill said. What the hell are they doing at this fiesta? Come on, Mike said. Just us three. Were going to festa the bloody English. I hope youre not En...
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Sure. I dont say its right. It is right though for me. God knows, Ive never felt such a bitch. What do you want me to do? Come on, Brett said. Lets go and find him. Together we walked down the gravel path in the park in the dark, under the trees and then out from under the trees and past the gate into the Street that led into town. Pedro Romero was in the caf?. He was at a table with other bullfighters and bull-fight critics. They were smoking cigars. When we came in they looked up. Romero smile...
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Outside the Bar Milano I found Bill and Mike and Edna. Edna was the girls name. Weve been thrown out, Edna said. By the police, said Mike. Theres some people in there that dont like me. Ive kept them out of four fights, Edna said. Youve got to help me. Bills face was red. Come back in, Edna, he said. Go on in there and dance with Mike. Its silly, Edna said. Therell just be another row. Damned Biarritz swine, Bill said. Come on, Mike said. After all, its a pub. They cant occupy a whole pub. Good ...
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Youre nice, Edna said to Mike. Are you really a bankrupt? Im a tremendous bankrupt, Mike said. I owe money to everybody. Dont you owe any money? Tons. I owe everybody money, Mike said. I borrowed a hundred pesetas from Montoya to-night. The hell you did, I said. Ill pay it back, Mike said. I always pay everything back. Thats why youre a bankrupt, isnt it? Edna said. I stood up. I had heard them talking from a long way away. It all seemed like some bad play. Im going over to the hotel, I said. Th...
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I woke with a headache and the noise of the bands going by in the street. I remembered I had promised to take Bills friend Edna to see the bulls go through the street and into the ring. I dressed and went down-stairs and out into the cold early morning. People were crossing the square, hurrying toward the bull-ring. Across the square were the two lines of men in front of the ticket-booths. They were still waiting for the tickets to go on sale at seven oclock. I hurried across the street to the c...
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ˉSo you wont hit me? ˉNo, said Cohn. ˉId be ashamed to. So the bull-fighter fellow hit him just as hard as he could in the face, and then sat down on the floor. He couldnt get up, Brett said. Cohn wanted to pick him up and carry him to the bed. He said if Cohn helped him hed kill him, and hed kill him anyway this morning if Cohn wasnt out of town. Cohn was crying, and Brett had told him off, and he wanted to shake hands. Ive told you that before. Tell the rest, Bill said. It seems the bull-fight...
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Want to take a turn out to the park? Brett asked. I dont want to go up yet. I fancy hes sleeping. We walked along past the theatre and out of the square and along through the barracks of the fair, moving with the crowd between the lines of booths. We came out on a cross-street that led to the Paseo de Sarasate. We could see the crowd walking there, all the fashionably dressed people. They were making the turn at the upper end of the park. Dont lets go there, Brett said. I dont want staring at ju...
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Brett leaned forward. The cape was heavy and smoothly stiff with gold. The sword-handler looked back, shook his head, and said something. A man beside me leaned over toward Brett. He doesnt want you to spread it, he said. You should fold it and keep it in your lap. Brett folded the heavy cape. Romero did not look up at us. He was speaking to Belmonte. Belmonte had sent his formal cape over to some friends. He looked across at them and smiled, his wolf smile that was only with the mouth. Romero l...
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I set down the glass. I had not meant to drink it fast. I feel tight. You ought to. Thats what you wanted, wasnt it? Sure. Get tight. Get over your damn depression. Well, Im tight. Is that what you want? Sit down. I wont sit down, I said. Im going over to the hotel. I was very drunk. I was drunker than I ever remembered having been. At the hotel I went up-stairs. Bretts door was open. I put my head in the room. Mike was sitting on the bed. He waved a bottle. Jake, he said. Come in, Jake. I went ...
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Hasnt she any at all with her? I asked. I hardly think so. She gave it all to me when she left. Well, Bill said, we might as well have another drink. Damned good idea, Mike said. One never gets anywhere by discussing finances. No, said Bill. Bill and I rolled for the next two rounds. Bill lost and paid. We went out to the car. Anywhere youd like to go, Mike? Bill asked. Lets take a drive. It might do my credit g 阅读全文]