“Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damn good time together.” Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me. “Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?” – The Sun Also Rises

A rainy Autumn night with the Lost Generation That night at the hotel, in our room with the long empty hall outside and our shoes outside the door, a thick carpet on the floor of the room, outside the windows the rain falling and in the room light and pleasant and cheerful, then the light [...]

One of the wonderful things about the Kindle is that it allows one to so easily pick up an old book and read it again, (re-)discovering so much that was missed by a youthful reader. Here’s Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls:  They were walking through the heather of the mountain meadow and Robert Jordan felt [...]