As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.
Ernest HemingwayI felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life.
Ernest HemingwayThis was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.
Ernest Hemingway