My teeth tore them to pulp, the juices skewering and whimpering at the bottom of my stomach. It was so sad down there in my stomach. There was much weeping, and little gloomy clouds of gas pinched my heart.
Entries from March 2008
John Fante on writing and hunger
March 2nd, 2008 · No Comments
Tags: fiction · ideas · language
Reading more Hemingway
March 1st, 2008 · 3 Comments
One of the impressions that the book left me with – the first time – was how quixotically romantic it would be to spend lazy afternoons in a Spanish outdoor cafe sipping port and reading the racing columns.
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