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The Sun Also Rises: The Authorized Edition (Hemingway Library Edition)

Ernest Hemingway

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She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and you missed none of it with that wool jersey.

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She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else’s eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.

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“He’s decided he hasn’t lived enough. I knew it would happen when he went to New York.”

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“I’m not joking you. I never joke people. Joke people and you make enemies. That’s what I always say.”

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Below the line where his ribs stopped were two raised white welts. “See on the back where they come out.” Above the small of the back were the same two scars, raised as thick as a finger. “I say. Those are something.” “Clean through.” The count was tucking in his shirt. “Where did you get those?” I asked. “In Abyssinia. When I was twenty-one years old.” “What were you doing?” asked Brett. “Were you in the army?” “I was on a business trip, my dear.” “I told you he was one of us. Didn’t I?” Brett turned to me. “I love you, count. You’re a darling.”

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“You haven’t any values. You’re dead, that’s all.” “No, my dear. You’re not right. I’m not dead at all.”

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“You are very nice people,” he said. He was smoking a cigar again. “Why don’t you get married, you two?” “We want to lead our own lives,” I said. “We have our careers,” Brett said. “Come on. Let’s get out of this.” “Have another brandy,” the count said. “Get it on the hill.” “No. Have it here where it is quiet.” “You and your quiet,” said Brett. “What is it men feel about quiet?” “We like it,” said the count. “Like you like noise, my dear.”

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“Certainly like to drink,” Bill said. “You ought to try it some times, Jake.” “You’re about a hundred and forty-four ahead of me.” “Ought not to daunt you. Never be daunted. Secret of my success. Never been daunted. Never been daunted in public.”

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“Very much like Paris,” Brett smiled at him, wrinkling the corners of her eyes.

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Across the river were the broken walls of old houses that were being torn down.

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Brett was looking at him quite coolly, but the corners of her eyes were smiling.

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The waiter who served us was soaked through. His white jacket was purple under the arms. “He must drink a lot of wine.” “Or wear purple undershirts.”

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He was the archivist, and all the archives of the town were in his office. That has nothing to do with the story.

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I was kneeling with my forehead on the wood in front of me, and was thinking of myself as praying, I was a little ashamed, and regretted that I was such a rotten Catholic, but realized there was nothing I could do about it, at least for a while, and maybe never, but that anyway it was a grand religion, and I only wished I felt religious and maybe I would the next time;

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“You don’t work. One group claims women support you. Another group claims you’re impotent.” “No,” I said. “I just had an accident.” “Never mention that,” Bill said. “That’s the sort of thing that can’t be spoken of. That’s what you ought to work up into a mystery. Like Henry’s bicycle.”

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Bill sat down, opened up his bag, laid a big trout on the grass. He took out three more, each one a little bigger than the last, and laid them side by side in the shade from the tree. His face was sweaty and happy. “How are yours?” “Smaller.” “Let’s see them.” “They’re packed.” “How big are they really?” “They’re all about the size of your smallest.” “You’re not holding out on me?” “I wish I were.” “Get them all on worms?” “Yes.” “You lazy bum!”

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He always smiled as though bull-fighting were a very special secret between the two of us; a rather shocking but really very deep secret that we knew about. He always smiled as though there were something lewd about the secret to outsiders, but that it was something that we understood. It would not do to expose it to people who would not understand.

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“They only want to kill when they’re alone. Of course, if you went in there you’d probably detach one of them from the herd, and he’d be dangerous.”

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It was like certain dinners I remember from the war. There was much wine, an ignored tension, and a feeling of things coming that you could not prevent happening. Under the wine I lost the disgusted feeling and was happy. It seemed they were all such nice people.

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In the first place, you had to be in love with a woman to have a basis of friendship.

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You paid some way for everything that was any good. I paid my way into enough things that I liked, so that I had a good time. Either you paid by learning about them, or by experience, or by taking chances, or by money.

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Mike was unpleasant after he passed a certain point. I liked to see him hurt Cohn. I wished he would not do it, though, because afterward it made me disgusted at myself. That was morality; things that made you disgusted afterward. No, that must be immorality.

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“Poor devil!” “I’m not sorry for him. I hate him, myself.” “I hate him, too,” she shivered. “I hate his damned suffering.”

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“I’ve got to do something. I’ve got to do something I really want to do. I’ve lost my self-respect.”

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a good hand,” Brett said. “I think he’ll live a long time.” “Say it to me. Not to your friend.” “I said you’d live a long time.” “I know it,” Romero said. “I’m never going to die.”

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“You kill your friends?” she asked. “Always,” he said in English, and laughed. “So they don’t kill me.”

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Walking across the square to the hotel everything looked new and changed. I had never seen the trees before. I had never seen the flagpoles before, nor the front of the theatre. It was all different. I felt as I felt once coming home from an out-of-town football game. I was carrying a suitcase with my football things in it, and I walked up the street from the station in the town I had lived in all my life and it was all new. They were raking the lawns and burning leaves in the road, and I stopped for a long time and watched. It was all strange.

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Ashley, chap she got the title from, was a sailor, you know. Ninth baronet. When he came home he wouldn’t sleep in a bed. Always made Brett sleep on the floor. Finally, when he got really bad, he used to tell her he’d kill her. Always slept with a loaded service revolver. Brett used to take the shells out when he’d gone to sleep. She hasn’t had an absolutely happy life, Brett. Damned shame, too. She enjoys things so.”

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“I’m not going to see him after lunch until the fight. His people come in and dress him. They’re very angry about me, he says.” Brett was radiant. She was happy. The sun was out and the day was bright.

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“You know,” Brett said, “I’m not worried about him at all. I just feel happy about him.”

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“The blood must stiffen them,” Bill said. “Funny,” Brett said. “How one doesn’t mind the blood.”

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Brett looked through the glasses. “Here, take them,” she said.

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“He doesn’t want you to spread it,” he said. “You should fold it and keep it in your lap.” Brett folded the heavy cape.

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Bill was tired after the bull-fight. So was I. We both took a bull-fight very hard.

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They’re not really Jews. We just call them Jews. They’re Scotsmen, I believe.”

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If you want people to like you you have only to spend a little money. I spent a little money and the waiter liked me. He appreciated my valuable qualities. He would be glad to see me back.

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LADY ASHLEY HOTEL MONTANA MADRID ARRIVING SUD EXPRESS TOMORROW LOVE JAKE.

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Nevertheless I would welcome the upbringal of my bags.

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The room was in that disorder produced only by those who have always had servants.

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Her hand was steady enough to lift it after that first sip.

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“Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”

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