Sublime

St. Antoine, the patron saint of truffle growers,

The latest story concerned Hemingway’s knocking a man down for calling him a big fat slob. “You can call me a slob,” Hemingway had said, “but you can’t call me a big fat slob.” Then he struck him down. The natives of Bimini set the incident to music, and if they were sure Hemingway was not within earshot, they would sing in a calypso beat, “The big

A donkey of a dog.

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.

What does a camel love?

praise. Each hoof of each animal makes the sign of a heart as it touches then lifts

Aujourd'hui encore et par-delà la Cordillère des Andes on parle avec attendrissement, parmi les vieux de la ligne, des demoiselles du Grand Balcon. Mermoz, dans sa plus éclatante gloire, chaque fois qu'il passa quelques jours à Toulouse logea chez elles.

Ernest ordered calves liver (fegato alla Veneziana), which he said was a restorative, and he ordered a bottle of Valpolicella Superiore, which he told the floor waiter to pour for us without waiting for the bottle to breathe. “Italian reds don’t need oxygen,” he said. “I got that bit of Bacchanalian wisdom from Fitzgerald.”

Ernest Hemingway said the book was “something over 60% shit.”