"His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the
dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the
butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he
became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned
to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he
could only remember when it had been effortless.” Ernest Hemingway on F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Moveable Feast
I read A Moveable Feast after I bought it at Shakespeare book store in Paris. It was the perfect time to read it. Perfect.
ReplyDeleteThat is a perfect time to read it. And wonderful bookstore from which to buy books! Did they stamp the book with the Shakespeare & Co. logo?
ReplyDeleteNope, just lots of bookmarks and a paper bag that I still have.
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