In this way and others I was assured again and again: no Delgado by way of TMS. No mind control. No social danger. Pascual-Leone had been brainstorming aloud; or he had been attempting innocently to pique the curiosity of a visiting journalist. And yet Delgado’s bull stuck with me. Because if for most ordinary people, with their ordinary conceptions of human will and human personality, the bull is terrifying – indicative of an incursion upon human dignity – for me he was indicative of hope. What I couldn’t tell anybody is that I wanted to be zapped because I wanted to be the bull.