“Isn’t it pretty to think so?”

Ah, I haven’t picked up a Very Good Book in a Very Long Time.

Until Monday night.

I read The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway.

Loved it.

Aside: Shocked I’ve never picked it up until now.

Story of my life. Oh if I could only be an “extraordinary wench.”

“There was much wine, an ignored tension, and a feeling of things coming that you could not prevent happening.”

My other dog eared quotes.

“It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.”

“This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. You don’t want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. You lose the taste.”

“I thought I had paid for everything. Not like the woman pays and pays and pays. No idea of retribution or punishment. Just exchange of values. You gave something up and got something else. Or you worked for something. You paid some way for everything that was any good.”

“That was morality; things that made you disgusted afterward. No, that must be immorality.”

“Women made such swell friends. Awfully swell. In the first place, you have to be in love with a woman to have a basis of friendship. I had been having Brett for a friend. I had not been thinking about the other side of it. I had been getting something for nothing. That only delayed the presentation of the bill. The bill always came. That was one of the swell things you could count on.”

“That seemed to handle it. That was it., Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off with him. No go and bring her back. And sign the wire with love. That was it all right.”

“Isn’t it pretty to think so?”

More Hemingway please.