[b]Ernest Hemingway
He is a great fish and I must convince him, he thought. I must never let him learn his strength nor what he could do if he made his run.[/b]
Of course we haven’t heard the fish’s side yet…
Did I know him? Did I love him? You ask me that? I knew him like you know nobody in the world, and I loved him like you love God.
And this means what exactly?
When people talk listen completely. Don’t be thinking what you’re going to say. Most people never listen. Nor do they observe. You should be able to go into a room and when you come out know everything that you saw there and not only that. If that room gave you any feeling you should know exactly what it was that gave you that feeling.
And this means what exactly?
But are there not many fascists in your country?
There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes.
And not just in Trumpworld.
Wearing down seven number-two pencils is a good day’s work.
What’s the equivalent of that in ballpoint pens?
The only way to combat the murder that is war is to show the dirty combinations that make it and the criminals and swine that hope for it and the idiotic way they run it when they get it so that an honest man will distrust it as he would distrust a racket and refuse to be enslaved into it.
Of course that still hasn’t happened yet.