"I watched him waiting impatiently, his eyes never leaving the bull, while he noticed, analysed, thought and planned. He told Juan where he wanted the bull placed and then he went out and took command of the bull with four low passes; his left knee, foreleg and ankle on the sand, his right leg exposed as he wove the bull back and forth with the magic of his muleta, promising him everything, offering him a target, and suavely and gently showing him that this part of the game of death did not hurt nor punish.
After these passes the bull was his and he resumed the course of showing the public what a great artist who was brave and knew bulls could do with a real bull with sturdy, long and deadly horns. He showed them all the classic passes with no tricks nor fakes nor any compromises, passing the bull as close as Jaime had but with control at all times. When he had shown them everything and how close and purely and slowly it could be done he finished off with a final pase de pecho and then lined the bull up, said good-bye to him with a final lift of the muleta, lowered it and furled it, sighted high along the sword and went in perfectly over the huge horns and the bull came out dead from under his hand while the crowd went mad."
'The Dangerous Summer', Ernest Hemingway
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