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Tauromachy<br /> and<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> half-heartedly</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> lamely</span> drove it home.  The cut was clumsy, and it missed the heart. At one point the bull slumped to its side and bled out.Sunlight is very bright, and looking directly at the Sun with the naked eye for brief periods can be painful, but is not particularly hazardous for normal, non-dilated eyes.  Looking directly at the Sun causes phosphene visual artifacts and temporary partial blindness.  It also delivers about 4 milliwatts of sunlight to the retina, slightly heating it and potentially causing damage in eyes that cannot respond properly to the brightness.  UV exposure gradually yellows the lens of the eye over a period of years and is thought to contribute to the formation of cataracts, but this depends on general exposure to solar UV, not on whether one looks directly at the Sun.  Long-duration viewing of the direct Sun with the naked eye can begin to cause UV-induced, sunburn-like lesions on the retina after about 100 seconds, particularly under cond]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br /> over<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> again.The full umbra</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> again.A shadow</span> cast across his upturned face,<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> and</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> it was</span> the<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> humiliated matador, tearful</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> matador. Humiliated, tearful,</span> and trembling with anger<span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> he</span> put the point of his sword to the bull's side and half-heartedly drove it home.  The cut was clumsy, and it missed the heart. At one point the bull slumped to its side and bled out.Sunlight is very bright, and looking directly at the Sun with the naked eye for brief periods can be painful, but is not particularly hazardous for normal, non-dilated eyes.  Looking directly at the Sun causes phosphene visual artifacts and temporary partial blindness.  It also delivers about 4 milliwatts of sunlight to the retina, slightly heating it and potentially causing damage in eyes that cannot respond properly to the brightness.  UV exposure gradually yellows the lens of the eye over a period of years and is thought to contribute to the formation of cataracts, but]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br /> some<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> test; his</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> test.  His</span> father would reward<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> him,</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> him; reward him</span> with more<span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> strange</span> visions and that joyfully lecherous voice like honey in his ears.  His father telling him of the things he has seen while hanging there above the world; all the lusts and passions.  Ferdinand did not hear himself sounding for his mother, though his throat formed the cry over and over again.The full umbra cast across his upturned face, and the humiliated matador, tearful and trembling with anger put the point of his sword to the bull's side and half-heartedly drove it home.  The cut was clumsy, and it missed the heart. At one point the bull slumped to its side and bled out.Sunlight is very bright, and looking directly at the Sun with the naked eye for brief periods can be painful, but is not particularly hazardous for normal, non-dilated eyes.  Looking directly at the Sun causes phosphene visual artifacts and temporary partial blindness.  It also delivers ab]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br />  The<span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> red</span> paint on his hide itched when it dried, but even that was tolerable.  No, what consumed him to the point of despair was the silence in his head.  When he struggled to listen beyond the endless chanting and devout wailing in his honor by cultists outside the arena, when he tried to block out the rattling chains and chuckling visits by the men in strange hats, all he heard was his own beating heart.  His father had told him it was time, but had then forsaken him.  He could not even look upon the sun, for a heavy iron mask had been bolted to his head.  And his mother was but a dim and half-remembered smudge upon his memory.  He was alone.Just beyond the walls of the arena, the plazas were filling.  The people had set up tent cities, waiting with their tickets.  Fires blazed around the silent bronze statues of past bulls glorified. Rival factions held nightly vigils within their territory.  All of Dis concentrated around the arena and the bullfight was at hand.When the moment ca]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br /> came<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> down to,</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> down,</span> typically -<span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> to</span> money.  There arrived to Dis a matador of requisite skill, but more importantly considerable wealth due to a fortunate noble birth.  Once announced and his banner hung beside Ferdinand's, a score of intrigues blossomed around this new development.  Rival noble houses moved to sabotage the proceedings, poisons were prepared, criminals concerned with betting on the outcome initiated their own plots to secure an advantage.  Marriages were proposed, friends betrayed, honor sullied - and many, many tickets sold.Ferdinand was locked away until the fight.  He had no idea of the turmoil.  He cared nothing for the glory of the area, or the various love triangles his apparent opponent was entangled in.  He did not understand why they needed so many chains upon chains to hold him down. He wasn't interested in rampaging through the streets.  The paint on his hide itched when it dried, but even that was tolerable.  No, what consumed him to ]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br /> of<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> God.They</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> God blessing them with a gift.They</span> promoted his image extensively.  Ferdinand was introduced to the city as a legendary demon-bull, summoned from Hell.  He was painted red and hung with entrails.  He was paraded through the city in chains and carried by a hundred men, one hundred when fifty would do.  At every opportunity the five men in strange hats presented Ferdinand as increasingly more terrible, more exotic, more godlike.  His food was mixed with gold dust, and many in the city formed cults around him.  The five men in strange hats spread rumors that Ferdinand was immortal.  That he ate mountains. That he could fly. Gamblers slavered.Outside the area hung a banner showing the demonic Ferdinand and a call went out far and wide for a matador brave enough to face him down.  Most were terrified and refused, the more popular suddenly took ill or accidentally suffered a minor but debilitating injury.  And then there were those just starting out who saw this as a]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br /> seeing<span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> visions of</span> the world ending in blood and beetles of fire.  His father was promising him joyous oblivion; an end to all things beneath a rising tide of blood and beetles. The earth was to crack itself open.The men in strange hats circled the entranced bull and rubbed their chins.  While the other bulls of the field gnashed and collided, this one sat as still as a mountain.  Certainly he looked terrible enough, but the glassy eyes and slack mouth were disquieting.  Ferdinand's horns did not bear a single scratch and they narrowed to a point that would fit through a needle's eye.  His hooves were flawless amber and his hide like crushed velvet.  He radiated such calm and inertia that it was impossible to picture him charging across the arena or delivering a lusty goring.The five men huddled briefly and shook their heads.  The chest of gold was closed and latched. And they loaded up their wagon to leave just when Ferdinand blinked and looked down from the sky with vacant, dazzled ]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br /> and<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> has</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> had</span> yet to cool after a thousand years. The last man, an old matador himself,  wore only his red cape.  It was this last man, their leader, who spoke with Ferdinand's master.  They had brought a chest full of gold in exchange for this rumored creature.Ferdinand's master licked his lips at the sight of the gold, but he had to confess that they were wasting their time.  He led them across the field to the dead cork tree and showed them the titan in repose.  Ferdinand did not seem to notice their approach, he was staring at the sun and seeing the world ending in blood and beetles of fire.  His father was promising him joyous oblivion; an end to all things beneath a rising tide of blood and beetles. The earth was to crack itself open.The men in strange hats circled the entranced bull and rubbed their chins.  While the other bulls of the field gnashed and collided, this one sat as still as a mountain.  Certainly he looked terrible enough, but the glassy eyes and slack m]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br />  His<span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> owner and</span> master, impressed by the bull's striking conformation, early and often drew out his seed by hand, seeking to breed with it and turn a profit - but Ferdinand proved to quite sterile.  However, he was not butchered for his meat, for there were those locals that would pay to see the spectacle of such a beast.And it was during one such visit by five men in strange hats, city men from Dis, that Fate took an interest in Ferdinand.  &quot;Mad Ferdinand&quot; they might have called him, would that they knew him as did the other cattle of the field.  To the others of his kind he remained an outsider, always sitting beneath the dead cork tree and staring into the sun - speaking and laughing to it, and often nodding gravely.&quot;Father, I hear and obey.&quot;These men came with a wagon.  They looked across the field and saw the other bulls tearing into each other fiercely, trying to impress the visitors.  It would be a honor to be chosen, for these men were seeking the next glor]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br /> beyond<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> what the eye could see only as</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> this visible</span> potential.  He did not paw the earth and clash with the other bulls of the field.  He showed no interest in these games and no urgency for any cow.  His master, impressed by the bull's striking conformation, early and often drew out his seed by hand, seeking to breed with it and turn a profit - but Ferdinand proved to quite sterile.  However, he was not butchered for his meat, for there were those locals that would pay to see the spectacle of such a beast.And it was during one such visit by five men in strange hats, city men from Dis, that Fate took an interest in Ferdinand.  &quot;Mad Ferdinand&quot; they might have called him, would that they knew him as did the other cattle of the field.  To the others of his kind he remained an outsider, always sitting beneath the dead cork tree and staring into the sun - speaking and laughing to it, and often nodding gravely.&quot;Father, I hear and obey.&quot;These men came with a wa]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br /> that<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> day.In</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> day by the lusty divine.In</span> time Ferdinand grew.  Yet while the other calves of the field developed their mere humps and brute horns, suffered from flies and cracked hooves and lived as dumb meat, Ferdinand seemed to live a charmed life.  He did not chew his cud in dim, vapid splendor; he did not know the sting of the fly, nor feel a chill in winter. Instead, Ferdinand was radiant and grew to immense proportions. He was healthy, sleek and massive.  Like a titan he could trod the field and water might spring from his step as fresh wells.  He bellowed like thunder which rolls for miles.  His horns were curved lances that swooped with a wicked grace from his brawny head.  The snort of his breath toppled unprepared men.And yet this giant did not show his strength beyond what the eye could see only as potential.  He did not paw the earth and clash with the other bulls of the field.  He showed no interest in these games and no urgency for any cow.  His master, impress]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br /> be.<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;">  Ferdinand's</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;">  She knew that Ferdinand's</span> father was, of course, the great bull of the field and she recalled the day her master bred her to him.  It was the same for all the cows, and his children littered the meadow; they were fat and strong.But she did not remember how nervous she was that day.  She did not remember the rains that fell, nor the clouds that covered the sky.  And so she did not see, and could not know, that the moon had rolled before the sun and the Hanging Bull God had thrashed himself free.  The penumbra grazed across that cattle ranch and she had been Entered that day.In time Ferdinand grew.  Yet while the other calves of the field developed their mere humps and brute horns, suffered from flies and cracked hooves and lived as dumb meat, Ferdinand seemed to live a charmed life.  He did not chew his cud in dim, vapid splendor; he did not know the sting of the fly, nor feel a chill in winter. Instead, Ferdinand was radiant and grew to immense proportion]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br /> and<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> light-blind</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> light-blinded</span> eyes.  He replied, &quot;My father is speaking to me.&quot;  And then he smiled as though his mother had asked if fire could soak and water could burn.  No, he would not play. His mind was filled with terrible visions and the rough lewd voice of the Hanging Bull God.Ferdinand's mother, a reasonable cow, saw that he was not lonely and left him to his musings, confusing though they might be.  Ferdinand's father was, of course, the great bull of the field and she recalled the day her master bred her to him.  It was the same for all the cows, and his children littered the meadow; they were fat and strong.But she did not remember how nervous she was that day.  She did not remember the rains that fell, nor the clouds that covered the sky.  And so she did not see, and could not know, that the moon had rolled before the sun and the Hanging Bull God had thrashed himself free.  The penumbra grazed across that cattle ranch and she had been Entered that d]]></description>
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Tauromachy<br /><span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;">&quot;Ferdinand</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;">Ferdinand</span> was unlike the other young bulls of the field, for while they tilted against each other and butted their heads in fierce displays, he would sit by himself beside a dead cork tree and stare attentively at the sun through its branches.His mother did worry that he might feel alone, and she once asked him, &quot;Why do you not run and play as the other bulls do?&quot; Ferdinand paused in his admiration, and looked to her with unfocused and light-blind eyes.  He replied, &quot;My father is speaking to me.&quot;  And then he smiled as though his mother had asked if fire could soak and water could burn.  No, he would not play. His mind was filled with terrible visions and the rough lewd voice of the Hanging Bull God.Ferdinand's mother, a reasonable cow, saw that he was not lonely and left him to his musings, confusing though they might be.  Ferdinand's father was, of course, the great bull of the field and she recalled the day her master bred her to him.  ]]></description>
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 \"Alice. Alice, wake up,\" he touched her shoulder, glancing across the car.  It was raining, he needed both hands on the wheel.  She woke up to the streaming blur of distant fields; water on the side window.  Her breath bloomed and receded upon the glass.  She had fallen asleep while they were still in the city and now, later, she saw dreamy green fields in the distance.  Cold, gray spring rain.  She sat up and ached in a dozen places.  Her neck hurt and she winced, \"Bleh.\"<p></p><p>\"You should\'ve let your seat back and just slept that way. Laying back.\"  He had to watch the road, so Alice had the distinct perspective of observing him talk without being spoken to directly.  His face was tense with worry and concentration.  It was raining rather hard, and this stretch of road wasn\'t very well marked.  He couldn\'t see her watching him, and so he continued, \"I knew you were going to wake up sore, slumped over like that.\"  She saw there was grey above his ear.  He wrung his fingers on the wheel and</p>]]></description>
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<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;">Ferdinand</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;">Tauromachy<br />&quot;Ferdinand</span> was unlike the other young bulls of the field, for while they tilted against each other and butted their heads in fierce displays, he would sit by himself beside a dead cork tree and stare attentively at the sun through its<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> branches.<br />His</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> branches.His</span> mother did worry that he might feel alone, and she once asked him, &quot;Why do you not run and play as the other bulls do?&quot; Ferdinand paused in his admiration, and looked to her with unfocused and light-blind eyes.  He replied, &quot;My father is speaking to me.&quot;  And then he smiled as though his mother had asked if fire could soak and water could burn.  No, he would not play. His mind was filled with terrible visions and the rough lewd voice of the Hanging Bull<span style="color:red;background-color:#fcc;"> God.<br />Ferdinand's</span><span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> God.Ferdinand's</span> mother, a reasonable cow, saw that he was not lonely and left him to his musings, confusing though they might be.  Ferdinand's father was, of course, t]]></description>
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Twombly and Lota<br /> hunt,<span style="font-weight:bold;color:green;background-color:#cfc;"> for it was</span> blasphemous and pathetic. They all fell quickly to pieces and tatters.But then there was still no horn and no soft hand of approval. She was lost and had to think for herself. Her second decision was to shelter the prey from the rain.Twombly recovered, and proved himself to be a creature of honor. She had saved his life and so he pledged his existance to serve as her protector. He felt no awe at her mark. He knew nothing of her time. When he felt he was being charming he called her &quot;pebble&quot;, and he was vaguely annoying. It was his hunted blood that had roused her, and so it would be his death that would surely return her to endless torpor. She would never mention this to him.&quot;Lets us be off, den!&quot; He said and vaulted onto her back. He hitched his heels at her sides as if it mattered and she turned into the wind, catching the scent of water ahead, perhaps a lake? a river? She felt sure that towards water lay answers and it had been pulling he]]></description>
  <pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 23:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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