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By Ernest Hemingway

Hemingway's thoughts of his existence as an unknown author dwelling in Paris within the Twenties are deeply own, warmly affectionate and entire of wit. He recollects the time whilst, negative, chuffed and writing in cafes, he chanced on his vocation.

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H. lawrence, i think it was sons and lovers, and sylvia told me to take more books if i wanted. I chose the constance garnett edition of war and peace, and the gambler and other stories by dostoevsky. 'You won't be back very soon if you read all that,' sylvia said. 'I'll be back to pay,' i said. ' 'I didn't mean that,' she said. ' i asked. 'If he comes in, it's usually very late in the afternoon,' she said. ' 'We've seen him at michaud's eating with his family,' i said. ' 'Mostly now,' i said. ' 'no.

The goatherd chose one of the heavy-bagged, black milk-goats and milked her into the pot while his dog pushed the others onto the sidewalk. the goats looked around, turning their necks like sightseers. the goatherd took the money from the woman and thanked her and went on up the street piping and the dog herded the goats on ahead, their horns bobbing. i went back to writing and the woman came up the stairs with the goat milk. she wore her felt-soled cleaning shoes and i only heard her breathing as she stopped on the stairs outside our door and then the shutting of her door.

No,' she said. 'they are all thrown away. ' 'doubtless,' she said. ' 'they do,' i said. ' 'that's intelligent,' she said. 'at least they are properly bound then. ' i would walk along the quais when i had finished work or when i was trying to think something out. it was easier to think if i was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood. at the head of the ile de la cite below the pont neuf where there was the statue of henri quatre, the island ended in a point like the sharp bow of a ship and there was a small park at the water's edge with fine chestnut trees, huge and spreading, and in the currents and backwaters that the seine made flowing past, there were excellent places to fish.

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