Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Hardboiled Hemingway

               Eddy was a good man on a boat once, before he got to be a rummy, but he isn't any good now. I looked at him standing there tall and hollow cheeked with his mouth loose and that white stuff in the corners of his eyes and his hair all faded in the sun. I knew he woke up dead for a drink.

To Have and Have Not
Ernest Hemingway

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