Or 6 How does Clarke create such memorable impressions of the bull in Friesian Bull? Friesian Bull He blunders through the last dream of the night. I hear him, waking. A brick and concrete stall, narrow as a heifer's haunches. Steel bars between her trap and his small yard. A froth of slobbered hay droops from the stippled muzzle. In the slow rolling mass of his skull his eyes surface like fish bellies. He is chained while they swill his floor. His stall narrows to rage. He knows the sweet smell of a heifer's fear. Remembered summer haysmells reach him, a trace of the herd's freedom, clover- loaded winds. The thundering speed blows up the Dee breathing of plains, of cattle wading in shallows. His crazy eyes churn with their vision.