If one dimension of the cockfight's structure, its lack of temporal directionality, makes it seem a typical segment of the general social life, however, the other, its flat-out, head-to-head (or spur-to-spur) aggressiveness, makes it seem a contradiction, a reversal, even a subversion of it. In the normal course of things, the Balinese are shy to the point of obsessiveness of open conflict, oblique, cautious, subdued, controlled, masters of indirection and dissimulation-what they call as, "polished", "smooth" - they rarely face what they can turn away from, rarely resist what they can evade.
But here they portray themselves as wild and murderous, with manic explosions of instinctual cruelty. A powerful rendering of life as the Balinese most deeply do not want it (to adapt a phrase Frye has used of Gloucester's blinding) is set in the context of a sample of it as they do in fact have. And, because the context suggests that the rendering, if less than a straight forward description, is nonetheless more than an idle fancy; it is here that the disquietfulness-the disquietfulness of the fight, not (or, anyway, not necessarily) is patrons, who seem in fact rather thoroughly to enjoy it emerges.
The slaughter in the cock ring is not a depiction of how things literally are among men, but, what is almost worse, of how, from a particular angle, they imaginatively are. The angle, of course, is stratificatory. What, as we have already seen, the cockfight talks most forcibly about is status relationships, and what it says about them is that they are matters of life and death.
That prestige is a profoundly serious business is apparent everywhere one looks in Bali-in the village, the family, the economy, the state. A peculiar fusion of Polynesian title ranks and Hindu castes, the hierarchy of pride is the moral backbone of the society. But only in the cockfight are the sentiments upon which that hierarchy rests revealed in their natural colours.
Enveloped elsewhere in a haze of etiquette, a thick cloud of euphemism and ceremony gesture and allusion, they are here expressed in only the thinnest disguise of an animal mask, a mask which in fact demonstrates them far more effectively than it conceals them. Jealousy is as much a part of Bali as poise, envy as grace, brutality as charm; but without the cockfight the Balinese would have a much less certain understanding of them, which is, presumably, why they value it so highly.
According to the aforesaid text the most common feature of Balinese Social organisation is: