Sublime

I wonder what a bone spur is, he thought.

“And the best fisherman is you.” “No. I know others better.” “Que Va,” the boy said. “There are many good fishermen and some great ones. But there is only you.” “Thank you. You make me happy. I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.”

He did not need a compass to tell him where southwest was. He only needed the feel of the trade wind and the drawing of the sail.

You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food, he thought. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?“ You think too much, old man,” he said aloud.

courses. Mais Paris était une très vieille ville et nous étions jeunes et rien n’y était simple, ni même la pauvreté, ni la richesse soudaine, ni le clair de lune, ni le bien, ni le mal, ni le souffle d’un être endormi à vos côtés dans le clair de lune.

Here is another famous Hemingway line on writing: “The first draft of anything is shit.”

Il m’avait raconté à La Closerie des Lilas comment il écrivait des nouvelles qu’il croyait bonnes, et qui l’étaient effectivement, pour le Post, et comment ensuite il les modifiait avant de les soumettre à des magazines, sachant exactement par quels trucs transformer ses nouvelles en textes publiables dans tel ou tel périodique. J’avais été scandal

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

Ernest’s zest for life was infectious.