A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway

Author:Ernest Hemingway
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Published: 2011-01-24T06:29:12.732000+00:00

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A Strange Enough Ending

The way it ended with gertrude stein was strange enough. we had become very good friends and i had done a number of practical things for her such as getting her long book started as a serial with ford and helping type the manuscript and reading her proof and we were getting to be better friends than i could ever wish to be. there is not much future in men being friends with great women although it can be pleasant enough before it gets better or worse, and there is usually even less future with truly ambitious women writers. one time when i gave the excuse for not having stopped in at 27 rue de fleurus for some time that i did not know whether miss stein would be at home, she said, 'but hemingway, you have the run of the place. don't you know that? i mean it truly. come in any time and the maidservant' - she used her name but i have forgotten it - 'will look after you and you must make yourself at home until i come.'

i did not abuse this but sometimes i would stop in and the maidservant would give me a drink and i would look at the pictures and if miss stein did not turn up i would thank the maidservant and leave a message and go away. miss stein and a companion were getting ready to go south in miss stein's car and on this day miss stein had asked me to come by in the forenoon to say goodbye. she had asked us to come and visit, hadley and i staying at an hotel, but hadley and i had other plans and other places where we wanted to go. naturally you say nothing about this, but you can still hope to go and then it is impossible. i knew a little about the system of not visiting people. i had to learn it. much later picasso told me that he always promised the rich to come when they asked him because it made them so happy and then something would happen and he would be unable to appear. but that had nothing to do with miss stein and he said it about other people.

it was a lovely spring day and i walked down from the place de l'observatoire through the little luxembourg. the horse-chestnut trees were in blossom and there were many children playing on the gravelled walks with their nurses sitting on the benches, and i saw wood-pigeons in the trees and heard others that i could not see.

the maidservant opened the door before i rang and told me to come in and to wait.

miss stein would be down at any moment. it was before noon but the maidservant poured me a glass of eau-de-vie, put it in my hand and winked happily. the colourless alcohol felt good on my tongue and it was still in my mouth when i heard someone speaking to miss stein as i had never heard one person speak to another; never, anywhere, ever.

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