Ernest Hemingway died today in 1961.
"Hemingway was a jerk." -- Harold Robbins.
Arrogant, overbearing, bull-necked and barrel-chested, fleshy lips (speckled with bits of bun) drawn back now to disclose a row of alarmingly enormous teeth, rolled-up sleeves showing off a pair of swarthy hams, eyes at half-mast, Cutterback tipped back his huge head and swallowed the rest of his Scotch. He idolized Hemingway. The writer sits down each day to face eternity, or the lack of it, he intoned. Bullshit, Sully told him. The writer sits down to face a blank page. Maybe that was what was wrong with Hemingway. -- Chapter 17, The Misforgotten.
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