Hemingway


Pic of the day:  Ernest Hemingway in Milan (1918)

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Just as busy today as yesterday, and time is as short today as well, so more quotes from one author, an influential one in my reading life.  Today’s being Ernest Hemingway.

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I was always embarrassed by the words sacred, glorious and sacrifice and the expression in vain. We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them, on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.

A Farewell to Arms

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I wonder what your idea of heaven would be — A beautiful vacuum filled with wealthy monogamists. All powerful and members of the best families all drinking themselves to death. And hell would probably an ugly vacuum full of poor polygamists unable to obtain booze or with chronic stomach disorders that they called secret sorrows.

From a letter written to F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Decadence is a difficult word to use since it has become little more than a term of abuse applied by critics to anything they do not yet understand or which seems to differ from their moral concepts.

Death in the Afternoon

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The rich were dull and they drank too much or they played too much backgammon. They were dull and they were repetitious. He remembered poor Julian and his romantic awe of them and how he had started a story once that began, “The very rich are different from you and me.” And how someone had said to Julian, “Yes, they have more money.”

The Snows of Kilimanjaro

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‘But are there not many Fascists in your country?’
‘There are many who do not know they are Fascists, but will find it out when the time comes’.

For Whom the Bell Tolls

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That’s it from here, America.  G’night.

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