I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again.
Ernest HemingwayFish," he said, "I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends.
Ernest Hemingway