“What’s yours?” George asked them.
“I don’t know,” one of the men said, “What do you want to eat, Al?” -Hemingway, The Killers
Little side trip down around the village of Amarpurna, kicking around the dust and drinking down by the water in the fading light.
These adventures, these lost worlds, where do they all lead?
“Silver beer, bevo, ginger-ale,” George asked.
“I mean you got anything to drink?” -Hemingway
Reminds me of Hemingway, living for modern day adventure, running with the bulls, shooting the lite cigarettes out of men's mouths with a .22 caliber rifle at ten paces propped up on the bar.
“Another bright boy,” Al said. “Ain’t he a bright boy, Max?” -Hemingway
Hemingway is the reason so many men go into teaching. It's his style. His words. But it's also his life.
“What are you going to kill Ole Andreson for? What did he ever do to you?”
“He never had a chance to do anything to use. He never even seen us.” -Hemingway
Running off half-cocked into battle, living for today.
“Come on, Al,” said Max. “We better go. He’s not coming.” -Hemingway
That's the thing about Hemingway's characters I love, that even in the face of absolute danger, they don't flinch.
Even in the most tense situations, they don't become emotional. They don't cheat the moment, they accept death completely. Matadors and soldiers, fishermen and pilots, thugs and old prizefighters. The washed-ups and the has-beens. All men are Hemingway characters.
“What was it?” He asked.
“I was up at Henry’s,” Nick said, “and two fellows came in …and they said they were going to kill you.” -Hemingway
Well... today was one of those beautiful days... I had men rowing boats at sundown and wooden bridge planks beneath my feet, young girls giggling at me as they rode past on rusty bicycles and monks to chat with while leaning on fence posts... I can share this with you, this adventure, this never ending road.
“I’ll tell you want they were like.”
“I don’t want to know what they were like.” -Hemingway
Knowing nothing of where it will take us.
“Well,” said George, “you better not think about it.” -Hemingway
But I want you all to come, no matter where we go.