★★★★★ | Literature | Print | Own | StoryGraph | Goodreads
At least my fourth reading of this Hemingway classic. My comfort read, maybe my favorite book. I had to buy a new edition because I wore my last copy to tatters.
Highlights
As he had been thinking for months about leaving his wife and had not done it because it would be too cruel to deprive her of himself, her departure was a very healthful shock.
Brett was damned good-looking. She wore a slipover jersey sweater and a tweed skirt, and her hair was brushed back like a boy’s. She started all that. She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and you missed none of it with that wool jersey.
You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.
It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.
I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what is was all about.
“You know it makes one feel rather good deciding not to be a bitch.”
“Yes.”
“It’s sort of what we have instead of God.”
The world was not wheeling anymore. It was just very clear and bright and inclined to blur at the edges.