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Das Ende von Etwas
Inhalt: Indianerlager - Mein Alter - Zehn Indianer - Müde bin ich, geh zur Ruh - Das Ende von Etwas - Der Kämpfer
71 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1925
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Ernest Hemingway
2,207 books32.3k followersErnest Miller Hemingway was an American novelist, short-story writer and journalist. Best known for an economical, understated style that significantly influenced later 20th-century writers, he is often romanticized for his adventurous lifestyle, and outspoken and blunt public image. Most of Hemingway's works were published between the mid-1920s and mid-1950s, including seven novels, six short-story collections and two non-fiction works. His writings have become classics of American literature; he was awarded the 1954 Nobel Prize in Literature, while three of his novels, four short-story collections and three nonfiction works were published posthumously.
Hemingway was raised in Oak Park, Illinois. After high school, he spent six months as a cub reporter for The Kansas City Star before enlisting in the Red Cross. He served as an ambulance driver on the Italian Front in World War I and was seriously wounded in 1918. His wartime experiences formed the basis for his 1929 novel A Farewell to Arms. He married Hadley Richardson in 1921, the first of four wives. They moved to Paris where he worked as a foreign correspondent for the Toronto Star and fell under the influence of the modernist writers and artists of the 1920s' "Lost Generation" expatriate community. His debut novel The Sun Also Rises was published in 1926.
He divorced Richardson in 1927 and married Pauline Pfeiffer. They divorced after he returned from the Spanish Civil War, where he had worked as a journalist and which formed the basis for his 1940 novel For Whom the Bell Tolls. Martha Gellhorn became his third wife in 1940. He and Gellhorn separated after he met Mary Welsh Hemingway in London during World War II. Hemingway was present with Allied troops as a journalist at the Normandy landings and the liberation of Paris. He maintained permanent residences in Key West, Florida, in the 1930s and in Cuba in the 1940s and 1950s. On a 1954 trip to Africa, he was seriously injured in two plane accidents on successive days, leaving him in pain and ill health for much of the rest of his life. In 1959, he bought a house in Ketchum, Idaho, where, on July 2, 1961 (a couple weeks before his 62nd birthday), he killed himself using one of his shotguns.
Hemingway was raised in Oak Park, Illinois. After high school, he spent six months as a cub reporter for The Kansas City Star before enlisting in the Red Cross. He served as an ambulance driver on the Italian Front in World War I and was seriously wounded in 1918. His wartime experiences formed the basis for his 1929 novel A Farewell to Arms. He married Hadley Richardson in 1921, the first of four wives. They moved to Paris where he worked as a foreign correspondent for the Toronto Star and fell under the influence of the modernist writers and artists of the 1920s' "Lost Generation" expatriate community. His debut novel The Sun Also Rises was published in 1926.
He divorced Richardson in 1927 and married Pauline Pfeiffer. They divorced after he returned from the Spanish Civil War, where he had worked as a journalist and which formed the basis for his 1940 novel For Whom the Bell Tolls. Martha Gellhorn became his third wife in 1940. He and Gellhorn separated after he met Mary Welsh Hemingway in London during World War II. Hemingway was present with Allied troops as a journalist at the Normandy landings and the liberation of Paris. He maintained permanent residences in Key West, Florida, in the 1930s and in Cuba in the 1940s and 1950s. On a 1954 trip to Africa, he was seriously injured in two plane accidents on successive days, leaving him in pain and ill health for much of the rest of his life. In 1959, he bought a house in Ketchum, Idaho, where, on July 2, 1961 (a couple weeks before his 62nd birthday), he killed himself using one of his shotguns.
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November 8, 2021
A lumber town that is no longer, the mill gone, closed some ten years ago. Nick and Marjorie go fishing, but Nick is bored, he doesn’t find it fun anymore, in fact he wants to end the relationship, but he doesn’t handle it with any sensitivity.
September 11, 2016
A short story about a guy who breaks up with his girlfriend and fails to understand why. I feel sympathy for Nick's frustration in "The End of Something," how toxic masculinity robs him of the capacity to express and understand his emotions. And yet, I feel frustrated at Nick for treating Marjorie in such a poor way and for not working harder to understand himself and his actions. Hemingway's sparse prose suits this story well, complementing the quiet end of the lumber mill in this Michigan town as well as the finale of Nick and Marjorie's relationship. I just wish Hemingway had given us more hope for Nick and for men in general in terms of coping with their feelings. But I suppose that task - the honoring of men's emotions, so they can learn to honor them themselves - is up to us now.
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November 6, 2024Endings often precede metamorphosis. A caterpillar spins its cocoon, seemingly ending its existence, yet within, transformation occurs. It emerges as a butterfly - a new beginning.
The end of something is nothing but the beginning of something else. And Hemingway knows this, he's the eternal caterpillar yearning to become a butterfly, over and over again. Though, he only longs for the act of transformation in itself. Being a butterfly, it would be an end, and Hemingway lives for the beginning, in every " farewell " - he sees a " hello ".
In " Hills Like White Elephants - "( btw, I don't find my review of it anymore, is there anyone who can see it ? ) - he played the same role, of the caterpillar, as in most of his books, his prose - stripped to sinew and bone - mirrored this earthly form. And , as a caterpillar , content in its leafy cocoon, devoured all - war, love, bullfights ,even the clinking glasses of Parisian cafés. But, I'm still thinking - did Hemingway really fear the butterfly ? Did he dread its fragile wings, ephemeral beauty, and the inevitable flutter toward the sun ?
Perhaps. The sun also rises, against all this. But one thing is for sure - endings are beginnings. The final sentence of one story give birth to the first line of another. That famous final sentence from Fiesta could easily have given birth to a first line in A Moveable Feast, and I really wonder if these two weren't inspired by the same déception experienced by Hemingway with his first wife.
The end of something is nothing but the beginning of something else. And Hemingway knows this, he's the eternal caterpillar yearning to become a butterfly, over and over again. Though, he only longs for the act of transformation in itself. Being a butterfly, it would be an end, and Hemingway lives for the beginning, in every " farewell " - he sees a " hello ".
In " Hills Like White Elephants - "( btw, I don't find my review of it anymore, is there anyone who can see it ? ) - he played the same role, of the caterpillar, as in most of his books, his prose - stripped to sinew and bone - mirrored this earthly form. And , as a caterpillar , content in its leafy cocoon, devoured all - war, love, bullfights ,even the clinking glasses of Parisian cafés. But, I'm still thinking - did Hemingway really fear the butterfly ? Did he dread its fragile wings, ephemeral beauty, and the inevitable flutter toward the sun ?
Perhaps. The sun also rises, against all this. But one thing is for sure - endings are beginnings. The final sentence of one story give birth to the first line of another. That famous final sentence from Fiesta could easily have given birth to a first line in A Moveable Feast, and I really wonder if these two weren't inspired by the same déception experienced by Hemingway with his first wife.
February 15, 2018
علي قد ما القصة حزينة نهاية مدينة ونهاية حب ..
إلا إني ضحكت خطة البعد من البطل مبتكرة بعد ماخدها مكان جميل للصيد عرفها إن كل شيء انتهي ... ودي المفروض تتحط ضمن كتاب الهروب التكتيكي للرجل بشكل عام الموضوع ماشاء الله منتشر ... اخلع بشياكة ...
استمتعوا ...
دمتم قراء ... ❤❤❤
إلا إني ضحكت خطة البعد من البطل مبتكرة بعد ماخدها مكان جميل للصيد عرفها إن كل شيء انتهي ... ودي المفروض تتحط ضمن كتاب الهروب التكتيكي للرجل بشكل عام الموضوع ماشاء الله منتشر ... اخلع بشياكة ...
استمتعوا ...
دمتم قراء ... ❤❤❤
July 22, 2021
Darf man bei einem Literaturnobelpreisträger 3/5 Sterne vergeben? Überraschend knapper Sprachstil, ehrlich, direkt, teils kindlich.. Und jede der Geschichten mit einer plötzlichen, treffenden Wirkung. Die Person Ernest Hemingway interessierte mich jedoch fast mehr, als die Geschichten.
January 3, 2022
I understand the point Hemingway was trying to make, but the story itself was quite strange and so was the writing style. I suppose what I mean is that if Mr. Hemingway hadn't written this story and I'd written the exact same story word-for-word, my teachers would not approve of it. I can almost hear them commenting that it's too wordy and repetitive, that the purpose to the story wasn't clear enough, etc.
December 24, 2024
دو دور خوندمش. ۵ صفحه بود ولی ذهنم رو خیلی درگیر کرد. مثل همهی داستان کوتاههای آقای همینگوی که این روزها دارم میخونم.
چقدر از شخصیّتِ اون زن درونمه که چیزی رو میدونستهام امّا با نپذیرفتن کشش دادهام؟ و چقدر از شخصیّت اون مرد درونمه که نمیدونم و نمیتونم دلیلی واسهی تصمیمم بیارم و درنتیجه قلب کسی رو شکستهام؟
چقدر از شخصیّتِ اون زن درونمه که چیزی رو میدونستهام امّا با نپذیرفتن کشش دادهام؟ و چقدر از شخصیّت اون مرد درونمه که نمیدونم و نمیتونم دلیلی واسهی تصمیمم بیارم و درنتیجه قلب کسی رو شکستهام؟
July 25, 2017
She knew everything but she was in denial; how much Marjorie I have in me?
Now I have to speak about the narration, brilliant. Simple yet full— a bit of complexity. Giving the reader the background of the town where story takes place as a symbolic piece and ending it with the most basic scenario which gave it the feeling of everyday-life. I appreciated that, it simplifies the struggle, it shows that it's an accepted part of the whole living. It's courageous— very.
Now I have to speak about the narration, brilliant. Simple yet full— a bit of complexity. Giving the reader the background of the town where story takes place as a symbolic piece and ending it with the most basic scenario which gave it the feeling of everyday-life. I appreciated that, it simplifies the struggle, it shows that it's an accepted part of the whole living. It's courageous— very.
September 27, 2014
"It isn't any fun anymore"
April 8, 2024
Ich mag wie Hemingway mit seiner prägnanten Sprache und subtilen Darstellung von menschlichen Beziehungen tiefe Charakterdarstellungen schafft. Komplexe Emotionen und Konflikte in minimalistischer - um nicht zu sagen einfacher - Form darzustellen.
January 12, 2026
What did I think of this short story? Not much. It’s a pretty dry story of a break-up. 🐟 …and fishing.
April 15, 2018
Acted it out with my friend Catherine to the delight and critique of my English teacher. Very short and succinct.
December 18, 2013
A lumbering town which is no more, trout that won't bite, appetite lost, the fun gone, maybe love itself is ending. Hemingway told all these in five pages.
June 7, 2016
Nick and Marjorie go fishing.
Nick and Marjorie break up.
I think I liked Nick better as a kid.
Nick and Marjorie break up.
I think I liked Nick better as a kid.
July 15, 2018
Read in The Snows of Kilimanjaro and Other Stories.
The end of a relationship. Sadly, Nick doesn't understand his feelings, or how to handle his relationship with Marjorie.
The end of a relationship. Sadly, Nick doesn't understand his feelings, or how to handle his relationship with Marjorie.
December 6, 2021
5.8/10. I read this as part of a voluntary research programme into autism. It was only five pages long. Am I still going to include it on my GoodReads? Of course.
April 5, 2025
solo tengo una cosa para decir: YYYYYY??????
December 13, 2022
Set in a town that was once developed in the lumber industry and centered around a mill located on the town's lake “The End of Something” (1925) by Ernest Hemingway is a short story that will leave a lot of questions on your mind when you read it. Nick is a grumpy teenager who doesn't know what he wants, while Marjorie is the girlfriend that Nick doesn't make an effort to keep. The story begins with a brief information of Hortons Bay and progresses forward ten years. In the continuation of the story, Nick goes fishing with Marjorie, while Marjorie enjoys fishing with Nick, Nick thinks that he is not sure about this relationship.Marjorie constantly asks Nick questions in hopes of attention. Nick finally starts a little argument by saying that you know everything,when Marjorie asks him to tell her what's going through his mind, Nick says “it's not fun anymore”, and the story comes to an unexpected end which in order to avoid spoilers i will not tell. Throughout the story Hemingway uses a couple of metaphors to highlight Nick’s attitude towards his relationship with Marjorie. The utilization of the old town and its mill symbolizes Nick and Marjorie’s relationship , which is changing immensely throughout the story, and the fall of the lumber industry. The story is told from a third person point of view, the narrator is just like a spectator and uses each characters eyesight. This story is a beautiful example of Hemingway’s iceberg theory because there are many plot holes in this succinct story. Overall it is a brilliant story by Hemingway, who uses a simple and easily understandable language when telling the story, for this reason, I strongly recommend it to people who cannot devote much time to reading.
May 26, 2016
"The End of Something" is one of Ernest Hemingway's Nick Adams stories. Hemingway is a stylist, using every word for art. On a good day, he sometimes wrote twenty-five words. He re-wrote the last page of "A Farewell to Arms" thirty-nine times, or so the story goes.
So why all the trouble? Gertrude Stein, his mentor, pushed him to get rid of every unneeded word. If you read one of these stories, you'll see it - every word, word by word, is where it should be, just as every brushstroke in a great painting is in the right place.
This Spartan style fits with Hemingway's stoic philosophy.
You'll see that in the Nick Adams stories, stories of understated, subtextual power, where life's hardships are simply to be born in a strong way.
So why all the trouble? Gertrude Stein, his mentor, pushed him to get rid of every unneeded word. If you read one of these stories, you'll see it - every word, word by word, is where it should be, just as every brushstroke in a great painting is in the right place.
This Spartan style fits with Hemingway's stoic philosophy.
You'll see that in the Nick Adams stories, stories of understated, subtextual power, where life's hardships are simply to be born in a strong way.
July 24, 2020
“The End of Something” is a short story written by Ernest Hemingway, published in the 1925 New York edition of In Our Time, by Boni & Liveright. The story is the third in the collection to feature Nick Adams, Hemingway's autobiographical alter ego.
Nick and Marjorie are near the water. (Wonderful descriptions.) Nick is bothered. Marjorie presses him until he admits, "it's not fun anymore." She's obviously hurt and leaves with the boat. I sense the emotions. See the scene. Hear the heart - or lack of it.
Nick and Marjorie are near the water. (Wonderful descriptions.) Nick is bothered. Marjorie presses him until he admits, "it's not fun anymore." She's obviously hurt and leaves with the boat. I sense the emotions. See the scene. Hear the heart - or lack of it.
July 9, 2022
In five pages Hemingway manages to tell the story of an aimless young man who therefore gives up on a life of meaning because it is not perpetually new and exciting. Follow-up with The Three-day Blow for perspective.
September 8, 2025
Emotions in this book are palpable.
March 15, 2022
Hemingway's "The End of Something" is the end of two different things which actually can cause the same terrible empty feeling. Where one of the two could bring new life to it if it was really wanted and not just the feeling of it being "fun"!
"IN THE OLD DAYS HORTONS BAY WAS A lumbering town. No one who lived in it was out of sound of the big saws in the mill by the lake. Then one year there were no more logs to make lumber. The lumber schooners came into the bay and were loaded with the cut of the mill that stood stacked in the yard. All the piles of lumber were carried away. The big mill building had all its machinery that was removable taken out and hoisted on board one of the schooners by the men who had worked in the mill. The schooner moved out of the bay toward the open lake carrying the two great saws, the travelling carriage that hurled the logs against the revolving, circular saws and all the rollers, wheels, belts and iron piled on a hull-deep load of lumber. Its open hold covered with canvas and lashed tight, the sails of the schooner filled and it moved out into the open lake, carrying with it everything that had made the mill a mill and Hortons Bay a town."
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The mill is empty of anything and Nick break s up with Marge because it is no longer "fun", you wonder if there is not more because he is not happy after the break, like being relieved.
“There’s going to be a moon tonight,” said Nick. He looked across the bay to the hills that were beginning to sharpen against the sky. Beyond the hills he knew the moon was coming up. “I know it,” Marjorie said happily. “You know everything,” Nick said. “Oh, Nick, please cut it out! Please, please don’t be that way!” “I can’t help it,” Nick said. “You do. You know everything. That’s the trouble. You know you do.” Marjorie did not say anything..“I’ve taught you everything. You know you do. What don’t you know, anyway?” “Oh, shut up,” Marjorie said. “There comes the moon.” They sat on the blanket without touching each other and watched the moon rise. “You don’t have to talk silly,” Marjorie said. “What’s really the matter?” “I don’t know.” “Of course you know.” “No I don’t.” “Go on and say it.”
"Nick looked on at the moon, coming up over the hills. “It isn’t fun any more.” He was afraid to look at Marjorie. Then he looked at her. She sat there with her back toward him. He looked at her back. “It isn’t fun any more. Not any of it.” She didn’t say anything. He went on. “I feel as though everything was gone to hell inside of me. I don’t know, Marge. I don’t know what to say.” He looked on at her back. “Isn’t love any fun?” Marjorie said. “No,” Nick said. Marjorie stood up. Nick sat there his head in his hands. “I’m going to take the boat,” Marjorie called to him. “You can walk back around the point.” “All right,” Nick said. “I’ll push the boat off for you.” “You don’t need to,” she said."
"She was afloat in the boat on the water with the moonlight on it. Nick went back and lay down with his face in the blanket by the fire. He could hear Marjorie rowing on the water. He lay there for a long time. He lay there while he heard Bill come into the clearing walking around through the woods. He felt Bill coming up to the fire. Bill didn’t touch him, either. “Did she go all right?” Bill said. “Yes,” Nick said, lying, his face on the blanket. “Have a scene?” “No, there wasn’t any scene.” “How do you feel?”
“Oh, go away, Bill! Go away for a while.” Bill selected a sandwich from the lunch basket and walked over to have a look at the rods."
"IN THE OLD DAYS HORTONS BAY WAS A lumbering town. No one who lived in it was out of sound of the big saws in the mill by the lake. Then one year there were no more logs to make lumber. The lumber schooners came into the bay and were loaded with the cut of the mill that stood stacked in the yard. All the piles of lumber were carried away. The big mill building had all its machinery that was removable taken out and hoisted on board one of the schooners by the men who had worked in the mill. The schooner moved out of the bay toward the open lake carrying the two great saws, the travelling carriage that hurled the logs against the revolving, circular saws and all the rollers, wheels, belts and iron piled on a hull-deep load of lumber. Its open hold covered with canvas and lashed tight, the sails of the schooner filled and it moved out into the open lake, carrying with it everything that had made the mill a mill and Hortons Bay a town."
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The mill is empty of anything and Nick break s up with Marge because it is no longer "fun", you wonder if there is not more because he is not happy after the break, like being relieved.
“There’s going to be a moon tonight,” said Nick. He looked across the bay to the hills that were beginning to sharpen against the sky. Beyond the hills he knew the moon was coming up. “I know it,” Marjorie said happily. “You know everything,” Nick said. “Oh, Nick, please cut it out! Please, please don’t be that way!” “I can’t help it,” Nick said. “You do. You know everything. That’s the trouble. You know you do.” Marjorie did not say anything..“I’ve taught you everything. You know you do. What don’t you know, anyway?” “Oh, shut up,” Marjorie said. “There comes the moon.” They sat on the blanket without touching each other and watched the moon rise. “You don’t have to talk silly,” Marjorie said. “What’s really the matter?” “I don’t know.” “Of course you know.” “No I don’t.” “Go on and say it.”
"Nick looked on at the moon, coming up over the hills. “It isn’t fun any more.” He was afraid to look at Marjorie. Then he looked at her. She sat there with her back toward him. He looked at her back. “It isn’t fun any more. Not any of it.” She didn’t say anything. He went on. “I feel as though everything was gone to hell inside of me. I don’t know, Marge. I don’t know what to say.” He looked on at her back. “Isn’t love any fun?” Marjorie said. “No,” Nick said. Marjorie stood up. Nick sat there his head in his hands. “I’m going to take the boat,” Marjorie called to him. “You can walk back around the point.” “All right,” Nick said. “I’ll push the boat off for you.” “You don’t need to,” she said."
"She was afloat in the boat on the water with the moonlight on it. Nick went back and lay down with his face in the blanket by the fire. He could hear Marjorie rowing on the water. He lay there for a long time. He lay there while he heard Bill come into the clearing walking around through the woods. He felt Bill coming up to the fire. Bill didn’t touch him, either. “Did she go all right?” Bill said. “Yes,” Nick said, lying, his face on the blanket. “Have a scene?” “No, there wasn’t any scene.” “How do you feel?”
“Oh, go away, Bill! Go away for a while.” Bill selected a sandwich from the lunch basket and walked over to have a look at the rods."
December 4, 2024
Little cheat code... The year is coming to an end and as we leave 2024 behind new possibilities face us in 2o25, before reading the end of something I was 2 books away from my objective and though there's no chance I don't make it I want to get it over and done with already. I want to reach my objective so I can stop worrying about quantity and worry more about quality, not that what I've been reading is crap but there's many big books I've neglected to reach my objective, I realy want to read War and Peace over the holidays, and considering I'll be setting an even more challenging objective for next year I best have a good portion of the book read before it begins.
I think this short story fits quite well with this feeling actually, not that you can't find similarities with your life in books if yiu try and find them (verbal solutions and such), but considering it's a story about letting go of something you've already lost, an object, relation or trade that has peaked long ago and is most powerful characteristic is melancholy.. this is my yearly Goodreads objective to me now, a challenge that was set to make me strive in my reading that accomplished it's intention, but now feels more like an impediment than anything else. It might be contradictory to then decide to increase this objective by 15 books next year to find myself in a similar situation but I'm quite comfortable with my contradictory nature as I am with the fact I'm counting an 8 page (as opposed to the fragant 5 page extension goodreads gives the book!) as a read just so I can get on with a different kind of animal in Tolstois War and Peace or who knows, I might go for Middlemarch, the Karazamovs,White teet, Moby Dick... the options are countless really, what's definte is that I won't be counting any more once I finish Northanger Abbey.
I think this short story fits quite well with this feeling actually, not that you can't find similarities with your life in books if yiu try and find them (verbal solutions and such), but considering it's a story about letting go of something you've already lost, an object, relation or trade that has peaked long ago and is most powerful characteristic is melancholy.. this is my yearly Goodreads objective to me now, a challenge that was set to make me strive in my reading that accomplished it's intention, but now feels more like an impediment than anything else. It might be contradictory to then decide to increase this objective by 15 books next year to find myself in a similar situation but I'm quite comfortable with my contradictory nature as I am with the fact I'm counting an 8 page (as opposed to the fragant 5 page extension goodreads gives the book!) as a read just so I can get on with a different kind of animal in Tolstois War and Peace or who knows, I might go for Middlemarch, the Karazamovs,White teet, Moby Dick... the options are countless really, what's definte is that I won't be counting any more once I finish Northanger Abbey.
February 2, 2024
Das Buch ist eigentlich ganz gut. Schöne Kurzgeschichten die sich entspannt lesen lassen, aber nicht bedeutungslos sind. Immer wieder gute Einblicke in verschiedene Leben, die hemmingway einfach gut beschreiben kann. In die meisten Geschichten kommt man sehr schnell rein und kann sich so sehr in eine Welt hineinfühlen, auch wenn sie nur ein paar Seiten lang ist. Eigentlich ein 4 Sterne Buch (vllt sogar 5; hemmingway kann gut schreiben) wäre die Übersetzung nicht so gottlos schlecht. Was auch immer die Frau getan hat, ich hoffe sie hat es nur einmal getan. Das hat den ganzen Lesefluss echt gestört und ein immer wieder rausgeworfen - echt schade vllt lese ich es nochmal auf englisch.
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February 22, 2024ahhh yes when your best friend pops up without any explanation to the reader after you’ve just ended things with your girlfriend and helps himself to a sandwich of the picnic that said girlfriend had packed with such familiarity that it seems like the reader should not think it weird that he just appears and very nonchalantly asks if you’ve ended things, like you’ve already had this discussion with him. anyways when my teacher asked “they seem like they’re..” i heard the girl behind me say “lovers?” and i’m glad that it’s not just me projecting gay subtext into the classics that we have to read lol.
February 26, 2024
The once thriving lumber town has been reduced to nothing more than a memory, as the mill shut down ten years prior. Despite going fishing together, Nick is disinterested in continuing his relationship with Marjorie due to lack of enjoyment he gets from this activity anymore; however, he could handle ending things better on his part since just blurting out how feels isn't very considerate towards other person involved (Marjorie).
January 6, 2025
Cine s-a apucat de citit povestirile lui Hemingway ar fi ipocrit să nu recunoască un mare (din păcate pentru unii și singular...) merit: sunt foarte scurte.
Luând cazul de față, te poți despărți de o doamnă în cinci rânduri, cinci pagini, cincizeci, sau chiar cinci sute, dacă dormi cu poza dragului de Cărtărescu sub pernă.
Și totuși, chiar în varianta scurticică, E. H. nu pare a avea multe de spus...
Luând cazul de față, te poți despărți de o doamnă în cinci rânduri, cinci pagini, cincizeci, sau chiar cinci sute, dacă dormi cu poza dragului de Cărtărescu sub pernă.
Și totuși, chiar în varianta scurticică, E. H. nu pare a avea multe de spus...
May 24, 2019
Certainly not my cup of tea, this short story was all too what-the-fuck-just-happened-and-why-the-hell-did-I-read-about-it. I don't really care about those kinds off stories where you have to analyze the shit out of it to take away even a little bit of anything, but if that's your thing...
June 21, 2022
This is the first story in a series by Ernest Hemingway. It was quite simple and could be boring but something about the spare language made the story more intriguing. Also the narrator needs to stop. His voices are so annoying.
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