A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition

by Ernest Hemingway

These were fragrant, colorless alcohols served from cut-glass carafes in small glasses and whether they were quetsche, mirabelle or framboise they all tasted like the fruits they came from, converted into a controlled fire on your tongue that warmed you and loosened your tongue.

hi i always lthdrs befre theg do me. the impercetible widening of eyes and small jolt wakes up some mmory in them. while i just watch until it dawns on them. who, when, what, how. rarely do we ask why on ths sma island. the chncaces od rhnnin into somebdh js ridiculoly great, though you migjt say otherwise now tt our popln has exploded and mst are glhed to thir mobile devices. i ran into these two, my priary school ezt frends, within two weeks of each other. on public trasllrt, on the wy home. it cant be coinidence even thlugh it mjstve been sincd we lived only within a 1km radius of oeach othdr. but what happened to those 12 years in between? had we manaed to miss the other for more than a decadd? i would tell them, "ive seen yoj a few times on the lrt or on the opl plafform." nonethdless, it feels good to be reconciled. thse years didnt chnage us much, we're all stil bookworms, lovers of words.

These were fragrant, colorless alcohols served from cut-glass carafes in small glasses and whether they were quetsche, mirabelle or framboise they all tasted like the fruits they came from, converted into a controlled fire on your tongue that warmed you and loosened your tongue.

nothig wfssthan being misunderstood while youre alivd

“How do you tell a valuable French book?” “First there are the pictures. Then it is a question of the quality of the pictures. Then it is the binding. If a book is good, the owner will have it bound properly. All books in English are bound, but bound badly. There is no way of judging them.”

I could never be lonely along the river. With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally; but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.

spring nearly never had

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

spring

It was all part of the fight against poverty that you never win except by not spending. Especially if you buy pictures instead of clothes. But then we did not think ever of ourselves as poor. We did not accept it. We thought we were superior people and other people that we looked down on and rightly mistrusted were rich. It had never seemed strange to me later on to wear sweatshirts for underwear to keep warm. It only seemed odd to the rich. We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other. “I think we ought to

fight agaibst poverty

She had the lovely high cheekbones for arrogance.

i could be like her. thats the first thing isid to movie partne wen it ended. manjpulative, a spoilt rich brt who is well read and cares so much abt wat others percsive. writes fiddles and puzzles, meticulous to th point of being able to deceive everyone. and d was right for her. both cme from te sme socik class with the same aspirations. but amy fell for someone who coukd make her laugh. who is more sloppy, who became "lazy" and fell tbrough her expectatios. she became upset and increasingly distrught at fhe loss of control over her hsbNd and in turn, her carefully cdaftdd life. so it morphed into a gams of revenge, where she can plot and plan and things unfolded according to her plan. sljght lss of control whn she was robbed and he raged. i draw a padall to the great gatsby. the seemingly perfsct woman gkes for ghd other suitor, cares for and then destroys him, kills him, and gos back to her hubbd. back to the drasing bkard. what you wnt is ahat you had in the first placs. the one sho has seen all your vileness, your aked desires and your deepest darkest thoughts, is the kne you sant tk kdep by your side. because you are not ure if you can in your lifetime find skeone who cn accept n live w all tt. but more than that, its harder having to reveal all yojr weaknesses and flaws to nother all kver again. like a shell that has clammed shut, once bitten twice shy, youre gonna ve to try wy harder to make me let down mh defences again. so keep your enemies and spluses clos. " tk cause lajn...""thats marriage" sould this be a essgae to my all frieds who ar gettin marrie ex yer

through the dirtiest and saddest part of town and walked from

tplafh qutoge. tgoe gil tonght. it ddng ke me any more - or any less - jaded abt arrigs. to me marriage // moon. just rmb all female skcioplaths hv short bobbed hair. cheyenne does. my alter ego be careful yes

There are so many sorts of hunger. In the spring there are more. But that’s gone now. Memory is hunger.”

but when we had finished and there was no question of hunger any more the feeling that had been like hunger when we were on the bridge was still there when we caught the bus home. It was there when we came in the room and after we had gone to bed and made love in the dark, it was there. When I woke with the windows open and the moonlight on the roofs of the tall houses, it was there.

By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.