Ernest Hemingway, Quotes

After He And This Girl Split Up In Paris, Roger Was On The Town; Really On The Town. He Joked About It And Made Fun Of Himself; But He Was Very Angry Inside For Having Made Such A Profound Fool Of Himself And He Took His Talent For Being Faithful To People, Which Was The Best One He Had, Next To The Ones For Painting And Writing And His Various Good Human And Animal Traits, And Beat And Belaboured That Talent Miserably. He Was No Good To Anyone When He Was On The Town, Especially To Himself, And He Knew It And Hated It And He Took Pleasure In Pulling Down The Pillars Of The Temple. It Was A Very Good And Strongly Built Temple And When It Is Constructed Inside Yourself It Is Not So Easy To Pull Down. But He Did As Good A Job As He Could.

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