A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition

by Ernest Hemingway

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”

because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.

All the distances were short now since we had been in the mountains.

I was always hungry with the walking and the cold and the working.

ALlway a lot of life to be lived à Paris and so I too, was always hungry.

at the same time I would be listening to other people and noticing everything, I hoped; learning, I hoped; and I would read so that I would not think about my work and make myself impotent to do it.

“I see,” I said. I did not agree at all

and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.

had been tempted to stay out and follow the goats down the early morning street.

“We all three argued about everything and always specific things and we made fun of each other. I remember everything we ever did and everything we ever said on the whole trip,”

We should live in this time now and have every minute of it.”