Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The Short Stories by Ernest Hemingway, r. Sep. 2013

p. 54 Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them either. Maybe you could never write them, and that was why you put them off and delayed the starting. Well he would never know, now.
p. 73 No, he thought, when everything you do, you do too long, and do too late, you can't expect to find the people still there. The people are gone. The party's over and you are with your hostess now.
p. 434 "I'm sure he would have liked to meet you but he died last year. Shot himself, oddly enough."
"I am very truly sorry. I am sure his loss was a blow to science as well as to his family."
p. 499 [his 10-year-old son speaking] "I hope we won't live somewhere so that I can never go to pray at your tomb when you are dead."

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