Magnificent, and at the same time pathetic, the brave bull, laconically celebrated here is the culmination of generations of breeding. This bull is no Ferdinand; when, after losing his right horn (""the one he favored, his toy, his weapon"") in the testing ring, it seems likely that he will die of old age; ""food and rest ceased to give him pleasure. . . his one great need was to prove his strength, to test his courage."" At the ripe old age of nine the bull is called into the ring to face the retiring El Numero Uno for whom he was originally bred. His death (honored by three trips around the ring) is unlikely to change anyone's opinion of bullfighting. The psychology of the proud bull is beyond reproach, but there's some doubt whether the predominant human emotion here is courage or self-indulgence -- in either case ""a sight to make good men cry.