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| Vol. 1, No. 11 |
November, 1964 |
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The Moment of Truth |
| From the Spanish bull-ring, where the cool nerve, the Matador has long been regarded
with national pride, comes the expression, "moment of truth." El Torro and the man! The massive beast, nostrils aflare, goaded to hot fury, perhaps symbolic of all man's foe, is ready to drive a cruel horn into his vitals. In previous charges the man has led the bull closer and closer with the cape -- but always to pass. Now the beast must be brought to ground. Skillfully the sword must be placed so that the maddened rush of the bulldrives the blade to its destiny. With this savage lunge, the beast dies, or sweeps el Matador aside in a crushing mingle of blood and dust. The flashing caps, the splendid uniform, the wild cheers of the packed stadium --- all glorious, but none kill the bull. Boasts of billboards, expectations of the sports writers -- all meaningless now. It is the awful "moment of truth." The man is truly El Matador --- "the killer" --- or is swept to ignominious defeat. |
As I contemplate this spectacle I realize how surely we all face our "moment
of truth." This generation has scarcely known hardship. Depression is meaningful only to grandparents; and
the, horrors of war are seen as foreign products, by citizens of a powerful winning nation. How would we face a
disastrous national crisis? |
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