I poured the water glass a third full of cognac and drank it off. ‘That was very big,’ she said. ‘I know brandy is for heroes. But you shouldn’t exaggerate.’ - From A Farewell to Arms Was there ever a man as manly as Ernest Hemingway? When I’m feeling a little melancholy and addled, I... Continue Reading →
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"Serge, we have to stop spending all our money at the Ritz", I say, but he ignores me, puts his shades on and stares out of the window at the rain. On the table, a game of Five Hundred is underway. The playing cards are soft and creased at the corners. Serge lights another cigarette.... Continue Reading →