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Post by Wolfgang on Oct 27, 2004 12:08:00 GMT -5
Short story by Ernest Hemingway, Mariel's grandpa.
Halfway through it. It's kind of boring. There are passages here that are revelating about Hemingway's inner thoughts:
"He had destroyed his talent himself. Why should he blame this woman because she kept him well? He had destroyed his talent by not using it, by betrayals of himself and what he believed in, by drinking so much that he blunted the edge of his perceptions, by laziness, by sloth, and by snobbery, by pride and by prejudice, by hook and by crook. What was this? A catalogue of old books? What was his tlent anyway? It was a talent all right but instead of using it, he had traded on it. It was never what he had done, but always what he could do."
Funny passage: ..."by pride and by prejudice...What this this? A catalogue of old books?..."
I was thinking the same thing.
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