"Hell, how should I know?" said Ettore.
-Farewell to Arms
Right? "How should I know?" Who would ask such a question? A voyeur of the macabre. Hemingway was a voyeur of the macabre.
Google AI (search term "hemingway watching bullfight")
Ernest Hemingway was a passionate aficionado of bullfighting, first captivated by the sport in Pamplona in 1923, viewing it not just as a sport but as a profound, ritualized "tragedy" and art form representing life, death, and courage. ...
That was it. "Life, death, and courage" were a ritualized (not real) "tragedy", an "art form." Disgusting.
