They were seated in the boat. Nick in the
stern, his father rowing. The sun was coming up over the hills. A bass
jumped, making a circle in the water. Nick trailed his hand in the
water. It felt warm in the sharp chill of the morning.
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing; he felt quite sure that he would never die.
Indian Camp, 1924
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing; he felt quite sure that he would never die.
Indian Camp, 1924
“If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.” ― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
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