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When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
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hemingway
spring
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I am always in love.
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hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Most people were heartless about turtles because a turtle's heart will beat for hours after it has been cut up and butchered. But the old man thought, I have such a heart too.
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hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.
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hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Perhaps as you went along you did learn something. I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what it was all about.
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hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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My big fish must be somewhere.
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the-old-man-and-the-sea
hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together.
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people
hemingway
cafes
paris
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He remembered the time he had hooked one of a pair of marlin. The male fish always let the female fish feed first and the hooked fish, the female, made a wild, panic-stricken, despairing fight that soon exhausted her, and all the time the male had stayed with her, crossing the line and circling with her on the surface. He had stayed so close that the old man was afraid he would cut the line with his tail which was sharp as a scythe and almost of that size and shape. When the old man had gaffed her and clubbed her, holding the rapier bill with its sandpaper edge and clubbing her across the top of her head until her colour turned to a colour almost like the backing of mirrors, and then, with the boy's aid, hoisted her aboard, the male fish had stayed by the side of the boat. Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside the boat to see where the female was and then went down deep, his lavender wings, that were his pectoral fins, spread wide and all his wide lavender stripes showing. He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed.
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the-old-man-and-the-sea
hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Only I have no luck any more. But who knows? Maybe today. Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.
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the-old-man-and-the-sea
hemingway
hard-work
preparation
luck
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Ernest Hemingway |
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In Dostoevsky there were things unbelievable and not to be believed, but some so true they changed you as you read them; frailty and madness, wickedness and saintliness, and the insanity of gambling were there to know as you knew the landscape and the roads in turgenev
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reading
hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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8f29b1b
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I'm going to stay with you. If you go to jail, we might as well both go.
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out-of-season
in-our-time
hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I've been wondering about Dostoyevsky. How can a man write so badly, so unbelievably badly, and make you feel so deeply?
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writing
dostoyevsky
hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I libri le aprivano mondi nuovi e le facevano conoscere persone straordinarie che vivevano una vita piena di avventure. Viaggiava su antichi velieri con Joseph Conrad. Andava in Africa con Ernest Hemingway e in India con Kipling. Girava il mondo restando seduta nella sua stanza, in un villaggio inglese.
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kipling
matilda
matilde
roald-dahl
hemingway
leggere
libri
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Roald Dahl |
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You may not believe this. No one believes this, but it is true.
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winner-take-nothing
hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima
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poets
humor
terza-rima
hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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"Don't worry," she says. "Ernest always attracted obsessives. You were only one of many. And secretly, sometimes, I think he was flattered. Nobody ever stalked Fitzgerald."
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hemingway
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Naomi Wood |
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Tis true what Hemingway says--if we're lucky enough to live our dreams in youth, as Ernest Hemingway did in 1920's Paris and I did with the Beat poets, then youth's dreams become a moveable feast you take wherever you go--youthful love remains the repast plentiful; exquisite, substantive and good. You can live on happy memories. Eat of them forever.
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literature
friendship
kerouac
hemingway
paris
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Alison Winfield Burns |
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"Do you read them? Faulkner, Hemingway, Fitzgerald?" "Only if I have to. I try to avoid old dead white men."
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reading
faulkner
camino-island
john-grisham
old-dead-white-men
hemingway
fitzgerald
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John Grisham |
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That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed you. Or they killed you gratuitously like Aymo. Or gave you the syphilis like Rinaldi. But they killed you in the end. You could count on that. Stay around and they would kill you.
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illness
war
death
life
hemingway
government-corruption
syphilis
government
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Ernest Hemingway |
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744bb1a
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All right, said Nick. Let's get drunk. All right, Bill said. Let's get really drunk.
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in-our-time
let-s-get-drunk
hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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4c3b763
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I always shot scorpions with the .22 pistol.
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writing
hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The blue-backed notebooks, the two pencils and the pencil sharpener (a pocket knife was too wasteful) the marble-topped tables, the smell of early morning, sweeping out and mopping, and luck were all you needed. For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit's foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit's foot long ago and the bones and the sinews were polished by wear. The claws scratched in the lining of your pocket and you knew your luck was still there.
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hemingway
paris
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The rifle and the pistol are still the equalizer when one man is more of a man than another, and if...he is really smart...he will get a permit to carry one and then drop around to Abercrombie and Fitch and buy himself a .22 caliber Colt automatic pistol, '''Woodsman model''', with a five-inch barrel and a box of shells. I advise him to get lubricated hollow points to avoid jams and to ensure a nice expansion on the bullet. He might even get several boxes and practice a little...
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pistols
target-practice
hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The Purdey was not a Purdey but a straight-stocked long-barreled Scott live-pigeon full choke in both barrels thai I had bought from a lot of shotguns a dealer had brought down fron Udine to the Kechlers' villa in Codroipo.
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hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |