I will not tell you about the Spanish bullfight, but about the bull,
striking me with a kind of curious awe in my childhood.

Until today I can hear the warning: don't climb the fence, don't tease him!

But it was so frightfully funny and dangerous at the same time, when he was
quite beside himself with rage, displaying impressive roars.

Today, when meeting a peacefully ruminating herd of young bulls, I invite them
to share with me a concerto of Mozart or Schubert - and they flock to the music, standing in file, listening like devout choirboys.