The Sun Also Rises

Enjoying living was learning to get your money’s worth and knowing when you had it.

“All right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs. Not my fault.”

It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.

She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else’s eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.

We were dancing to the accordion and some one was playing the banjo. It was hot and I felt happy. We passed close to Georgette dancing with another one of them. “What possessed you to bring her?” “I don’t know, I just brought her.” “You’re getting damned romantic.” “No, bored.” “Now?” “No, not now.” “Let’s get out of here. She’s well taken care of.

Brett was damned good-looking. She wore a slipover jersey sweater and a tweed skirt, and her hair was brushed back like a boy’s. She started all that. She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and you missed none of it with that wool jersey.

was a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless. “For God’s sake,” I said, “yes. Don’t you?” “Oh, how charmingly you get angry,” he said. “I wish I had that faculty.”

She grinned and I saw why she made a point of not laughing. With her mouth closed she was a rather pretty girl.

You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.”