"The matador is beautiful, a symphony of style

Excitement is ecstatic, passion places bets

Gracefully he bows to ovations that he gets

But the hands that are applauding are slippery with sweat

And saliva is falling from their smiles."*

Passion comes with a cost, and few are ready to bear it. To keep such a candle burning so bright, it must be lit at both ends, even at the cost of not lasting the night.

*A lyric from Phi Ochs.