A Farewell to Arms

by Ernest Hemingway

Perhaps wars weren’t won any more. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years’ War. I

“You’re going to get it. Oh boy, the girls at the Cova will think you’re fine then. They’ll all think you killed two hundred Austrians or captured a whole trench by yourself. Believe me, I got to work for my decorations.”

War as a performative act to uphold masculinity

“I don’t know why he threw it. I guess he always wanted to throw one. He never saw any real fighting probably. I shot the son of a bitch all right.”

Romanticizng violence and dehumanizing killing for the sake of their own pride

He was a legitimate hero who bored every one he met. Catherine could not stand him.

The performance of masculinity can only go so far before WOMEN start to see through it

“Wouldn’t you like me to have some more exalted rank?” “No, darling. I only want you to have enough rank so that we’re admitted to the better restaurants.”

Out of touch with the war

“And you’ll always love me, won’t you?” “Yes.” “And the rain won’t make any difference?” “No.” “That’s good. Because I’m afraid of the rain.” “Why?” I was sleepy. Outside the rain was falling steadily. “I don’t know, darling. I’ve always been afraid of the rain.” “I like it.” “I like to walk in it. But it’s very hard on loving.” “I’ll love you always.” “I’ll love you in the rain and in the snow and in the hail and—what else is there?”

Metaphor for the hardships of war

I’m afraid of the rain because sometimes I see me dead in it.”

The horses were gone to Rome and there was no more racing. Crowell

Uses horse racing as a distraction ffom the war and dissapointed when there isnt any left

He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it. The last country to realize they were cooked would win the war. We

camp. The baseball news was all I could read and I did not have the slightest interest in it.

I’ll try and not make trouble for you. I know I’ve made trouble now. But haven’t I been a good girl until now? You

Catherine views herself as expendable and understands the transactional nature of romance present

We were apart as when some one comes into a room and people are self-conscious.

Performance

It’s hard to see inside the head of the brave.”

“For three years I looked forward very childishly to the war ending at Christmas. But now I look forward till when our son will be a lieutenant commander.”

Disillusionment

don’t believe self-inflicted jaundice entitles you to a convalescent leave.”

Still believes in the obligstion to fight in the war

I watched his face and could feel the whole compartment against me. I did not blame them. He was in the right. But I wanted the seat. Still no one said anything.

“I’ll have to take off my pants.” “Take off your pants, baby. We’re all friends here.

Undertone of intimacy

baby.

“This war is killing me,” Rinaldi said, “I am very depressed by it.” He folded his hands over his knee. “Oh,” I said. “What’s the matter? Can’t I even have human impulses?” “No. I can see you’ve been having a fine time. Tell

Sarcasm

never think. No, by God, I don’t think; I operate.”

“This war is terrible,” Rinaldi said. “Come on. We’ll both get drunk and be cheerful. Then we’ll go get the ashes dragged. Then we’ll feel fine.”

Homosociality

“I will get you drunk and take out your liver and put you in a good Italian liver and make you a man again.”

It seems like hes can see that his masculinity was somehow stripped from him spending so much time in a hospital

“I am jealous maybe,” Rinaldi said. “No, you’re not.” “I don’t mean like that. I mean something else. Have you any married friends?”

Gay

“I am the snake. I am the snake of reason.” “You’re getting it mixed. The apple was reason.”

Dig into biblicalbreference

“To hell with you,” Rinaldi said. “They try to get rid of me. Every night they try to get rid of me. I fight them off. What if I have it. Everybody has it. The whole world’s got it.

Disillusionment nd existential despair

“They were beaten to start with. They were beaten when they took them from their farms and put them in the army. That is why the peasant has wisdom, because he is defeated from the start. Put him in power and see how wise he is.”

“Tell me, I have never seen a retreat—if there is a retreat how are all the wounded evacuated?” “They are not. They take as many as they can and leave the rest.”

“I’ll say they’ll have a time. I’d like to have a crack at them for nothing. They charge too much at that house anyway. The government gyps us.”

Using women

I went back to Rinaldi’s bed and lay down and let sleep take me.