“would become A Moveable Feast. “It’s wonderful,” he said to Mary, looking up from one of the trunks, and added, “It was just as hard for me to write then as it is now.”5 He knew his skills had regressed to the point at which writing was again a struggle—not from inexperience, as in the early 1920s, but from a decline in cognitive functioning—a mental decline”
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Andrew Farah,
Hemingway's Brain
