For generations the students of Salamanca University, in the little city that has now become the capital of Rightist Spain, had an ancient tradition. When final examinations were over the graduating class filed into the ornate, golden-brown sandstone Cathedral. Those who had failed were passed out through a side door, those who had passed remained to sing a Te Deum. If the leading man of each class had made really excellent marks, he had the additional right of painting his name and an intricate monogram of the word VICTOR in hot bull's blood...
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