Deal with him, Hemingway!

So you need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of Doublends Jined.

What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?

You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.

Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.

I'll tickle his catastrophe.

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.