The Sun Also Rises

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.”

He had been reading W. H. Hudson. That sounds like an innocent occupation, but Cohn had read and reread “The Purple Land.” “The Purple Land” is a very sinister book if read too late in life. It recounts splendid imaginary amorous adventures of a perfect English gentleman in an intensely romantic land, the scenery of which is very well described. Fo

He was fairly happy, except that, like many people living in Europe, he would rather have been in America,

“I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.”

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

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

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

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

“Listen, Jake,” he leaned forward on the bar. “Don’t you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you’re not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you’ve lived nearly half the time you have to live already?”