The Brave Bulls
I went down there (Mexico) to get a more graphic idea of how bullfighters live. It was the first trip I ever made without some kind of sketchbook and some kind of paint box. Inviting myself into another line of endeavor, I concentrated on listening to the world to describe it in words rather than looking at it to record it in pictures. I went, for the first time, not preoccupied with peering at the visible form. . . . I went instead trying to put my ear to the beating of that bullfighters heart and the bulls too. . . . I listened. The more I listened the more I knew what I had to do: not a book of roving reportage or of expository discourse on tauromachia or of belles-lettres profusely illustrated - hell, I had to write a novel.
- Tom Lea, A Picture Gallery.
The Reading Room Will Be Closed:
July 4, 2015
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