Luis Miguel Dominguin, RIP. (matador)(Obituary)

HE DIED ingloriously -- not as he should have, impaled on the horns of a bull; young and virile, disdainful of death in his contempt of life.

He died of a stroke. Fatbellied; old; at his ranch in the remote Andalusian town of Andujar. I like to think that he drew his last breath in the arms of the last of his women, Rosario Primo de Rivera, who gave him what balm she could in the interminable fading he never should have had to endure -- he, the restless one, the circler of circles, herdsman of the stars.

Luis Miguel Gonzalez Lucas -- ''Dominguin'' -- was born into a…