the sun also rises

I am so so so in love with this book right now. Hemingway's prose is concise and amazingly crafted. It's so relateable on so many levels. Mmm, lovelove.


"The waiter came and said the taxi was outside. Brett pressed my hand hard. I gave the water a franc and we went out. 'Where should I tell him?' I asked.
'Oh, tell him to drive around.'
I told the driver to go tot he Parc Montsouri, and got in, and slammed the door. Brett was leaning back in the corner, her eytes were closed. I sat beside her. The cab started with a jerk.
'Oh, darlking, I've been so miserable,' Brett said" (Hemingway 32).

did I mention I want to go to Paris?

"To hell with you, Brett Ashley.
Women made such swell friends. Awfully swell. In the first place, you had to be in love wtih a woman to have a basis of friendship. I had been having Brett for a friend. I had not been thinking about her side of it. I had been getting something for nothing. That only delayed the presentation of the bill. The bill always came. That was one of the swell things you could count on.
I thought I had paid for everything. Not like the woman pays and pays and pays. No idea of retribution or punishment. Just exchange of values. You gave up something and got something else. Or you worked for something. You paid some way for everything that was any good. I paid my way into enough things that I liked, so that I had a good time. Either you paid by learning about them, or by experience, or by taking chances, or by money. Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it. You could get your money's worth. The world was a good place to buy in. It seemed like a fine philosophy. In five years, I thought, it will seem just as silly as all the other fine philosophies I've had." (Hemingway 152).