“In bull-fighting they speak of the terrain of the bull and the terrain of the bull-fighter. As long as a bull-fighter stays in his own terrain he is comparatively safe. Each time he enters into the terrain of the bull he is in great danger. Belmonte, in his best days, worked always in the terrain of the bull. This way he gave the sensation of coming tragedy.”
– Chapter 18, The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
After another long day at work I drove to Love Field at ten to pick Nick up. He was returning from a few weeks in San Diego and out on a destroyer with the Navy.
While I was waiting at the baggage claim I finished reading Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises.
As always, I am in awe of Hemingway’s tense terse prose and how he says so much with so little.
I have wanted to read this book ever since I read “The Drifters” by James Michener when I was in high school. There was a little bit of time that everybody was required to read “The Drifters.” The book made a big impression on me at the time, though I don’t remember any of it anymore. The only thing I remember is that the book made me want to go to Pamplona and run with the bulls.
Now I have to decide what to read next. Hundreds of books lie there, beckoning. So little time and so many stories.
Please forgive me. I’ve been thinking a lot about pride and seriousness. I want to work harder and do better on everything I do.
But right now I’m so tired. So I will bid a sweet adieu and trot off to dreamland. I’ll pick it up tomorrow.