A Moveable Feast

by Ernest Hemingway

She had pretty legs and she was kind, cheerful and interested, and loved to make jokes and gossip.

'Let's walk down the rue de Seine and look in all the galleries and in the windows of the shops.' 'Sure. We can walk anywhere and we can stop at some new cafe where we don't know anyone and nobody knows us and have a drink.' 'We can have two drinks.' 'Then we can eat somewhere.' 'No. Don't forget we have to pay the library.' 'We'll come home and eat here and we'll have a lovely meal and drink Beaune from the co-operative you can see right out of the window there with the price of the Beaune on the window. And afterwards we'll read and then go to bed and make love.' 'And we'll never love anyone else but each other.' 'No. Never.'

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.

you and Chink always talking about how to make things true, writing them, and put them rightly and not describe.

This was omitted on my new theory that you could omit anything if you knew that you omitted and the omitted part would strengthen the story and make people feel something more than they understood.

To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you.

the man who had taught me to distrust adjectives

I said that I did not believe anyone could write any way except the very best he could write without destroying his talent.

We were happy the way children are who have been separated and are together again, and I told her about the trip.