"Hey, I'm no Hemingway," said George.
Despite these additional discoveries and experiments, however, the core Hemingway style persisted in most of his prose and today it is recognizable worldwide.
The infamous shirt.
"I hate it when you stare."
It is raining, and George lays back on the bed, looking out the window...
"He is why books from the 1800s seem overwritten."
If she knew you well enough she might call you "boopsie" and haul you off on a hike
or a trip to India;
of course, with her long legs came great lungs,
and you didn't hike with her, you gasped for breath behind her.
We were both from Illinois (she was from Oak Park; I’m from Champaign).
I want to die at a hundred years old with an American flag on my back and the star of Texas on my helmet, after screaming down a sharp Alpine descent on a bicycle at 75 miles per hour.
In this age of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, Smirnoff Ice, Bacardi Breezers (flavors include pineapple, watermelon, mango, coconut, raspberry, blueberry, and probably estrogen), and other alco-pops marketed to prepubescent girls, it’s easy to wonder:
why should I drink throat-burning hard liquor
when I can instead sip five-proof carbonated fruit juice?
"There’s a good reason why it takes you three years to learn how to screw up the English language," he says.
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