"But sometimes when I was starting a new story and I could not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame and watch the sputter of blue that they made. I would stand and look over the roofs of Paris and think, ‘Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to write is one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.’ So finally I would write a true sentence and go on from there."
Hemingway na p. 22 da minha A Moveable Feast, a 'restored edition'.
"It was when we had come back from Canada and were living in the rue Notre-Dame-des-Champs and Miss Stein and I were still good friends that Miss Stein made the remark about the lost generation. She had some ignition trouble with the old Model T Ford she then drove and the young man who worked in the garage and had served in the last year of the war had not been adept, or perhaps had not broken the priority of other vehicles, in repairing Miss Stein's Ford. Anyway he had not been sérieux and had been corrected severely by the patron of the garage after Miss Stein's protest. The patron had said to him, 'You are all a génération perdue.'
'That's what you are. That's what you all are,' Miss Stein said. 'All of you young people who served in the war. You are a lost generation.'
'Really?' I said.
'You are,' she insisted. 'You have no respect for anything. You drink yourselves to death...'"
na p. 61 e,
"But the hell with her lost-generation talk and all the dirty, easy labels.", na p. 62.
também aqui, na Life de 10 Abril 64.
light gazing, ışığa bakmak
Friday, August 26, 2011
true sentence
Publicado por Ana V. às 11:53 AM
TAGS Biblioteca de Babel, Hemingway
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