Sublime

Then he was sorry for the great fish that had nothing to eat and his determination to kill him never relaxed in his sorrow for him. How many people will he feed, he thought. But are they worthy to eat him?

œIf you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”

He lifted some sea water with his left hand and put it on his head. Then he put more on and rubbed the back of his neck. “I have no cramps,” he said. “He’ll be up soon and I can last. You have to last. Don’t even speak of it.”

“The truth is, Mitch,” he said, “once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.”

C'était là cette Brett pour qui j'avais pleuré. Et je me la représentais remontant la rue, montant dans l'auto, telle que je venais de la voir, et naturellement, je ne tardai pas à me sentir repris d'un cafard de tous les diables. Pendant le jour, il n'y a rien de plus facile que de poser au type qui s'en fout, mais la nuit, c'est une autre affaire

And now he has jumped more than a dozen times and filled the sacks along his back with air and he cannot go down deep to die where I cannot bring him up.

‘Il est mort,

“But man is not made for defeat,” he said. “A man can be destroyed but not defeated.” I am sorry that I killed the fish though, he thought. Now the bad time is coming and I do not even have the harpoon. The dentuso is cruel and able and strong and intelligent. But I was more intelligent than he was. Perhaps not, he thought. Perhaps I was only bette

“And then there was the loving letter from my loving mother that I carry next to my heart.” Ernest took his billfold from his hip pocket and extracted a tattered slip of paper that he read from: “‘Ernest, I have received the inscribed copy of The Sun Also Rises, which you sent to me. Although as your Mother, I am pleased to hear that it is selling