can very well confute his diagnosis. His book, though compact and elliptical, is a valuable contribution to the critique of Liberal relativism, and of the agencies through which it works its subversion of the American mind.
Not in years had he visited Spain. But the rubicund giant with bullish shoulders and noncommittal eyes lifted anticipation from the level of pure spectacle to the promise of something more lasting than two dusty hours balanced bloodily between horns. That broiling afternoon in August of 1959, the southeastern Andalusian seaport of Malaga was in ferment. Two previous encounters had shown that Luis Miguel Dominguín, the great matador from Madrid, and Antonio Ordóñez, the challenger from Ronda, meant to fight out the question of supremacy.




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