Sublime

Hemingway said, “Write hard and clear about what hurts.” Don’t avoid it. It has all the energy. Don’t worry, no one ever died of it. You might cry or laugh, but not die.

“Another thing I counted on was continuing my Thursday nights with Joyce, but when I showed up at our usual watering hole, he let me know that my present predicament put me off-limits for the time being because I was so inundated by my dilemma that my lachrymose disposition watered down his Bushmills. “It’s true that drinking ratcheted up my anguis

Molly Colum topped him, saying: “The only difference between the rich and other people is that the rich have more money.” Bested by a woman, Hemingway salved his ego by expropriating the witticism, having

“I invited her into Lipp’s for champagne. We discussed people we knew and what had become of them. I said, ‘You know, Hadley, I think about you often.’ “‘Even now?’ “‘You know what I’m remembering—that evening when The Sun Also Rises was published, and I put on my one necktie and we went to the Ritz and drank champagne with fraises des bois in the

‘Folk hero.’ I sipped at the beer. ‘Where is John Wayne now that we really need him?’ ‘John Wayne?’ He shook his head. ‘I never went in the can, you know. I’m no expert at military history.’ ‘Forget it.’

Au cours de cet automne 1925, il était troublé parce que je ne voulais pas lui montrer le manuscrit du Soleil se lève aussi. Je lui avais expliqué que le texte ne signifiait rien tant que je ne l’avais pas revu et récrit et que je ne voulais encore en parler ni le montrer à personne.

Scott Fitzgerald had become a rival whom Hemingway would thereafter pit himself against.

Paris n’a jamais de fin, mais peut-être que ceci vous donnera une idée exacte des gens, des lieux et du pays, à l’époque où Hadley et moi nous nous croyions invulnérables. Invulnérables, nous ne l’étions pas, et ce fut la fin de la première période parisienne.