I've been revisiting an old friend these last few days. Ernest Hemingway and his Islands in the Stream. Isn't it funny how something jumps out from the page that didn't when I first read it in 1971. I suppose all manner have things have changed in me and about me, whereas his word remains constant. Two bits to reflect on
The main character Thomas Hudson has his three sons come to stay with him.
He is living on his own, everything neatly ordered till the boys arrive.
'...every sort of gear they owned was scattered over everywhere. Thomas Hudson didn't mind it. When a man lives in a house by himself he gets very precise habits and they get to be a pleasure. But it felt good to have some of them broken up. He knew he would have his habits again long after he would no longer have the boys.' p.56.
I'll add the second bit that leapt out at me tomorrow.
The main character Thomas Hudson has his three sons come to stay with him.
He is living on his own, everything neatly ordered till the boys arrive.
'...every sort of gear they owned was scattered over everywhere. Thomas Hudson didn't mind it. When a man lives in a house by himself he gets very precise habits and they get to be a pleasure. But it felt good to have some of them broken up. He knew he would have his habits again long after he would no longer have the boys.' p.56.
I'll add the second bit that leapt out at me tomorrow.
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