"Are you still afraid of what you're going to find out?"
"Yes, but it doesn't make any difference any more. I'm so damned mad at Grabinett and myself that—Were you ever at a corrida?"
"What's that?"
"A bullfight."
"Good Heavens! No!"
"I used to wonder how the bull felt. Now I know."
They entered the library from the 42nd Street side, and as they passed through the turnstile the guard nodded fondly to Gabby who smiled back.
"What the hell.... Do they know you here too?" Lennox asked in surprise.
"I told you. I get around. He's a nice man but a terrible reactionary."
"Looks like the hedonistic type to me."