Tauromachy

When a bull kills a man with a sword it is news. In Tortosa's arena last week a dying black beast snapped the matador's espada from its shoulder with a last convulsive shake, hurled it high into the grandstand where it plunged hilt deep in the breast of an unidentified young man. A bystander, attempting to extricate the weapon, cut his hands severely.

Almost killed at San Sebastian last week was famed Matador Cazaucido, until now one of Spain's favorites. Overcome, as his friends insist, "by the presence of too many fair admirers," he refused to face the bull, was drummed from the ring in disgrace, fled for his life from whistling, bottle-throwing, infuriated spectators.

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