Monday, January 3, 2011

Ernest Hemingway

“Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.”

Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.

“Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”

(These are the last lines of Hemingway's 1926 novel, The Sun Also Rises.)

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