Life in the Afternoon | Esquire | FEBRUARY, 1962
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Life in the Afternoon | Esquire | FEBRUARY, 1962
The day before she left, Hemingway tussled six hours and fifty minutes with a 514-pound tuna. When his Pilar cruised into harbor at 9:30 that night, the whole population of the island flocked to see his fish and hear his tale. “A fatuous old man with a new yacht and a young bride had arrived not long previously, announcing that tuna-fishing, of who
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Yesterday we went to Isla Grande, the Grupa and I. I caught my first fish, a mackerel. Half an hour after its head had been bashed by the fisherman it momentarily thrashed about. I looked questioningly at him and he said, “Mucha vida, muy bueno”; like me in order to feel life I had to die a painfully unending death as well.
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Rather, I remember a scene from Tolstoy’s War and Peace , one I had not thought of in years. It is a scene wherein a character, Prince Andrei, suffers what is perhaps a mortal wound in the historical “Battle of the Three Emperors” in 1805 while fighting on the side of the Russians against his idol Napoleon:
"What is it? Am I falling? Are my legs giv... See more