ABSTRACT
Life in the ivory tower, with its jealousies, cabals, and intrigues over parking spaces can become tedious, but it may also contain surprises. After a tantalizing taste of Malaga in 1936 and a subsequent taste for Spain, its language and its ways, the academy enabled me to return by a devious path to Spain and to that unique and theatrical art, toreo, the only proper word for bullfighting.
