Mike Morrison/Ernest Hemingway A man must live on the grand scale. To be of this world is to perform a five-act opera. Learn from me the script. Half measures are for women and boys alone. It is essential to your wellbeing that you pursue big game hunting, sea fishing. Boxing, mountain climbing. Bullfighting; siempre la corrida. Modern men need cojones or we are nothing. Grilled or fried, they make us one with el toro. Keep good people around you. In Paris I knew Pound, Fitzgerald, Gert Stein, Jim Joyce. Sound, steady types.
Marry often, a woman respects you more. I’m on my fourth; each time is better. And drink deep, alcohol is to be used in earnest. Breakfast on margaritas, five-a-day minimum although nine is healthier. Then may your intended tasks commence. Adhering strictly to this regimen, you will find that life blows you away.
P.G. Wodehouse/G.M. Davis A chap can feel considerably put out if the word is he’s not up to it physically. When a nameless worm revealed that Tuppy Glossop had told Bobby Wickham that I am ‘weedy’, with supplementary uncalled-for mentions of rice puddings and paper bags, there was no comfort in cocktails.
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