I don't care much for fishing, nor bullfighting, for that matter. Which means 87% of this book is wasted on me. But a beautiful woman in her early thirties? Damn. I wish i didn't love them all so damn much. Damn. More flighty than salmon. More dangerous than wild bulls. You want to get hurt? Forget bullfighting. Fall in love with a beautiful woman in her early thirties.
Damn damn damn damn damn. If your beautiful young wife has left you for someone younger, with money and a job, and the girl you love is off to Vegas to marry a musician called Trashy Feelgood, well, i wouldn't recommend you read this book. You just know it's all going to end badly. These women in their early thirties can be trusted precisely the way a junkie can be trusted: you can trust them to not give a damn about you, your feelings, the till death us do part bit in the contract, or driving you to the airport. They'll do just what they want, take what they want, and care for nothing but their own desires.
It's an awful, awful book. Why do they all have to drink so much?
What a lousy, rotten day. Missed my plane yesterday. Then my best friend wouldn't drive me to the airport and i ran out of taxi fare halfway there, and had to hitchhike.
My best friend is a beautiful woman in her early thirties.
Damn.
No wonder Hemingway shot himself.


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