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No. Have it here where it is quiet." "You and your quiet", said Brett. "What is it men feel about quiet?" "We like it," said the count. Like you like your noise, my dear."
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quiet
noise
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There is a lot of time between now and the fall term. There is a lot of time between now and the day after tomorrow if you want to put it that way ...
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Some made the long drop from the apartment or the office window; some took it quietly in two-car garages with the motor running; some used the native tradition of the Colt or Smith and Wesson; those well-constructed implements that end insomnia, terminate remorse, cure cancer, avoid bankruptcy, and blast an exit from intolerable positions by the pressure of a finger; those admirable American instruments so easily carried, so sure of effect,..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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If I do it you won't ever worry?' 'I won't worry about that because it's perfectly simple.' "Then I'll do it. Because I don't care about me."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one the poverty is hard on.
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poverty
work
chapter-5
the-writing-life
paris
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Ernest Hemingway |
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a26ae2b
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You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?
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e01af03
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The two waiters inside the cafe knew that theo ld man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him. Last week he tried to commit suicide," one waiter said. Why?" He was in despair." What about?" Nothing." How do you know it was nothing." He has plenty of money."
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During our last year in the mountains new people came deep into our lives and nothing was ever the same again. The winter of the avalanches was like a happy and innocent winter in childhood compared to the next winter, a nightmare winter disguised as the greatest fun of all, and the murderous summer that was to follow. It was that year that the rich showed up.
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d830344
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lnsn lm yukhlq llhzym@ .. qd yudmr lnsn lknh l yuhzm
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d4b7d49
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The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want him for long He maketh me to lie down in green pastures and there are no green pastures He leadeth me beside still waters and still waters run deep
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prayer
the-lord-is-my-shepherd
the-lord-s-prayer
the-lords-prayer
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50452ac
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There is no language so filthy as Spanish. There are words for all the vile words in English and there are other words and expressions that are used only in countries where blasphemy keeps pace with the austerity of religion.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Be a damn fire eater now. He'd seen it in the war work the same way. More of a change than any loss of virginity. Fear gone like an operation. Something else grew in its place. Main thing a man had. Made him into a man. Women knew it too. No bloody fear.
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m 'Dyq l`ysh lwl fsH@ l'ml
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I hope I am not for the killing, Anselmo was thinking. I think that after the war there will have to be some great penance done for the killing. If we no longer have religion after the war then I think there must be some form of civic penance organized that all may be cleansed from the killing or else we will never have a true and human basis for living. The killing is necessary, I know, but still the doing of it is very bad for a man and I..
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war
penance
for-whom-the-bell-tolls
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8567efa
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It is the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was nothing too.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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346a6e6
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To show his nervousness was not shameful; only to admit it.
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nervousness
shame
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Ernest Hemingway |
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1afee49
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None of it was important now. The wind blew it out of his head.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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My wife and I had called on Miss Stein, and she and the friend who lived with her had been very cordial and friendly and we had loved the big studio with the great paintings. I t was like one of the best rooms in the finest museum except there was a big fireplace and it was warm and comfortable and they gave you good things to eat and tea and natural distilled liqueurs made from purple plums, yellow plums or wild raspberries. Miss Stein was..
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gertrude-stein
france
paris
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33bbacb
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Did I know him? Did I love him? You ask me that? I knew him like you know nobody in the world, and I loved him like you love God.
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the-light-of-the-world
winner-take-nothing
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Ernest Hemingway |
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8845d02
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If you brought up Joyce twice, you would not be invited back.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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f7fe944
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So now do not worry, take what you have, and do your work and you will have a long life and a very merry one.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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b51a753
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I never used to realize it, I guess. I try and play it along and just not make trouble for people. Probably I never would have had any trouble at all if I hadn't run into Brett when they shipped me to England. I suppose she only wanted what she couldn't have. Well, people were that way. To hell with people. The Catholic Church had an awfully good way of handling all that. Good advice, anyway. Not to think about it. Oh, it was swell advice. ..
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religion
self-image
sexuality
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Ernest Hemingway |
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f66f251
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It was like certain dinners I remember from the war. There was much wine, an ignored tension, and a feeling of things coming that you could not prevent happening.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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e2280ee
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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.
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war
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That's my town,' Joaquin said. 'What a fine town, but how the buena gente, the good people of that town, have suffered in this war.' Then, his face grave, 'There they shot my father. My mother. My brother-in-law and now my sister.' 'What barbarians,' Robert Jordan said. How many times had he heard this? How many times had he watched people say it with difficulty? How many times had he seen their eyes fill and their throats harden with the d..
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violence
war
family
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fdcd19b
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I don't know," I said. "There isn't always an explanation for everything." "Oh, isn't there? I was brought up to think there was." "That's awfully nice."
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A girl came in the cafe and sat by herself at a table near the window. She was very pretty with a face fresh as a newly minted coin if they minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair was black as a crow's wing and cut sharply and diagonally across her cheek. I looked at her and she disturbed me and made me very excited. I wished I could put her in the story, or anywhere, but she had placed herself so she could watch..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Now, being in Africa, I was hungry for more of it, the changes of the seasons, the rains with no need to travel, the discomforts that you paid to make it real, the names of the trees, of the small animals, and all the birds, to know the language and have time to be in it and to move slowly.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Practice any faith you wish. Got a ball field up the island where you can practice. I'll give the Deity a fast one high and inside if he crowds the plate.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The hell with my arm. You lose an arm you lose an arm. There's worse things than lose an arm. You've got two arms and you've got two of something else. And a man's still a man with one arm or with one of those. The hell with it,' he says. . . .after a minute he says, 'I got those other two still.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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my family's going to eat as long as anybody eats. What they're trying to do is starve you Conchs out of here so they can burn down the shacks and put up apartments and make this a tourist town. That's what I hear. I hear they're buying up lots, and then after the poor people are starved out and gone somewhere else to starve some more they're going to come in and make it into a beauty spot for tourists.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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It had been wonderful and they had been truly happy and he had not known that you could love anyone so much that you cared about nothing else and other things seemed inexistent.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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78de959
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I shouldn't have gone out so far, fish," he said. "Neither for you nor for me. I'm sorry, fish."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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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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8185d4b
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He was completely detached from every thing except the story he was writing and he was living in it as he built it. The difficult parts he had dreaded he now faced one after another and as he did the people, the country, the days and the nights, and the weather were all there as he wrote. He went on working and he felt as tired as if he had spent the night crossing the broken volcanic desert and the sun had caught him and the others with th..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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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. That was the saddest thing I ever saw with them, the old man thought.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He smelled the odor of the pine boughs under him, the piney smell of the crushed needles and the sharper odor of the resinous sap from the cut limbs. ... This is the smell I love. This and fresh-cut clover, the crushed sage as you ride after cattle, wood-smoke and the burning leaves of autumn. That must be the odor of nostalgia, the smell of the smoke from the piles of raked leaves burning in the streets in the fall in Missoula. Which would..
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robert-jordan
for-whom-the-bell-tolls
odor-of-nostalgia
nostalgia
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The story was writing itself and I was having a hard time keeping up with it.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Robert Jordan saw them there on the slope, close to him now, and below he saw the road and the bridge and the long lines of vehicles below it. He was completely integrated now and he took a good long look at everything. Then he looked up at the sky. There were big white clouds in it. He touched the palm of his hand against the pine needles where he lay and he touched the bark of the pine trunk that he lay behind... He was waiting until the ..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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79f5087
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The more I'm let alone and not worried the better I can function.
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solitude
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Ernest Hemingway |
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3c86e52
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Even when you have learned not to look at families nor listen to them and have learned not to answer letters, families have many ways of being dangerous.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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a2d7334
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Writing is something that you can never do as well as it can be done. It is a perpetual challenge and it is more difficult than anything else that I have ever done--so I do it. And it makes me happy when I do it well.
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satisfaction
writing
work
satisfaction-of-writing
craft-of-writing
improvement
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