“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
Hemingway. Never cared for his writing.
Apparently Hemingway wagered other writers he could write a story in six words, capturing the beginning, middle and end. For Sale, Baby Shoes, Never Worn.
The saddest story.
Hemingway was a great writer. The truly bad writer of his era was Steinbeck, a commie hack.
Bull 'fighting' is a disgusting practice.
So is virtue signaling.
"I know a worse one." - Willy Wonka
This is Hemingway on his Lost Weekend tour of Spain less than a year before he blew his brains out July 2nd 1961. I trespassed onto his Ketchum, Idaho property a few years back. Nobody was around. I pressed my nose against every window on the walk-around deck. The jutting 5' x 8' foyer was the last room he walked into. The house interior is a mid-century time capsule. Everything just the way it was when he and his wide Mary moved there for not even two years. It's held by the Nature Conservancy.
Weird how I pushed the publish button only once but it posted my comment twice. While I'm here I'll correct my typo... he lived with his "wife" Mary. She told the press that he mistakenly shot himself while cleaning his Boss shotgun. The dude knew exactly what he was doing.
Glad it turned out to be Hemingway because without that context, I'd have to go with Adam Sandler as the other guy in the photo.
Love me some Death in the Afternoon.