Horace Moule

Once a Week (1863)

Summary

Horace Moule,  Once a Week (1863)

“ Young Alphonses and Leons in white trousers and straw-hats, the cynosure of ladies’ eyes, skip athletically before the bull, who occasionally succeeds in jerking a hat from the hand that is tauntingly brandishing it at him, when he transfixes it or paws it in the dust. Should he show poor fight, two men enter the arena with long poles headed by a sharp trident of this design, and by sundry pokes, which draw the blood each time, rouse him to a sense of his duty towards the public. ”
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Horace Moule,  Once a Week (1863)

“ The impression of a Sunday at Arles is hardly likely to remain far below the degree of enthusiasm, more especially of a Sunday passed amidst the galleries of Les Arènes. No doubt the majestic ruin added to the effect of that fair and picturesque assembly. Over all rose, silent and solemn, the grand upper tier of arcades, and the towers of the Saracens that have looked down on far other scenes, and returned the echoes of other voices. ”
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Horace Moule,  Once a Week (1863)

“ At length, when he is supposed to have had enough, the drum gives another tattoo, and a decoy bull enters the arena, running straight up to his enraged, begrimed, and perhaps blood-stained kinsman. And it is hard not to be touched by seeing how, even in the wildest paroxysms of passion, the unlucky bull will stick by the decoy, and follow him willingly back to the stable, giving perhaps a few parting pokes or runs as he quits the detested arena. ”
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