Oh Jake," Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together." Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me. Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?
Ernest HemingwayBefore we take to the sea, we walk on land. . . Before we create, we must understand. . .
Ernest Hemingway