I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste." Brett's glass was empty.
Ernest HemingwayRead anything I write for the pleasure of reading it. Whatever else you find will be the measure of what you brought to the reading.
Ernest HemingwayHe rested sitting on the un-stepped mast and sail and tried not to think but only to endure.
Ernest Hemingway