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A Moveable Feast by Earnest Hemingway

A Moveable Feast by Earnest Hemingway



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a moveable feast
earnest hemingway
courtesy:shahid riazislamabad – pakistanshahid.riaz@gmail.com
preface1 a good cafe on the place st-michel2miss stein instructs3'une generation perdue"4shakespeare and company5people of the seine6a false spring7the end of an avocation8hunger was good discipline9ford madox ford and the devil's disciple10birth of a new school11with pascin at the dome12ezra pound and his bel esprit13a strange enough ending14the man who was marked for death15evan shipman at the lilas16an agent of evil17scott fitzgerald18hawks do not share19a matter of measurements20there is never any end to parisif you are lucky enough to have lived in paris as a young man, then wherever you gofor the rest of your life, it stays with you, for paris is a moveable feast.—ernest hemingway
to a friend,
for reasons sufficient to the writer, many places, people, observations andimpressions have been left out of this book. some were secrets and some were knownby everyone and everyone has written about them and will doubtless write more.there is no mention of the stade anastasie where the boxers served as waiters atthe tables set out under the trees and the ring was in the garden. nor of training withlarry gains, nor the great twenty-round fights at the cirque d'hiver. nor of such goodfriends as charlie sweeny, bill bird and mike strater, nor of andre masson and miro.there is no mention of our voyages to the black forest or of our one-day explorations of the forests that we loved around paris. it would be fine if all these were in this book butwe will have to do without them for now.if the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. but there is always thechance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written asfact.
san francisco de paula, cuba 1960 
1 a good café on the place st-michel 
then there was the bad weather. it would come in one day when the fall was over. wewould have to shut the windows in the night against the rain and the cold wind wouldstrip the leaves from the trees in the place contrescarpe. the leaves lay sodden in therain and the wind drove the rain against the big green autobus at the terminal and thecafe des amateurs was crowded and the windows misted over from the heat and thesmoke inside. it was a sad, evilly run cafe where the drunkards of the quarter crowdedtogether and i kept away from it because of the smell of dirty bodies and the sour smell of drunkenness. the men and women who frequented the amateurs stayeddrunk all of the time, or all of the time they could afford it, mostly on wine which theybought by the half-litre or litre. many strangely named aperitifs were advertised, butfew people could afford them except as a foundation to build their wine drunks on. thewomen drunkards were called
which meant female rummies.the cafe des amateurs was the cesspool of the rue mouffetard, that wonderfulnarrow crowded market street which led into the place contrescarpe. the squat toiletsof the old apartment houses, one by the side of the stairs on each floor with the twocleated cement shoe-shaped elevations on each side of the aperture so a
would not slip, emptied into cesspools which were emptied by pumping into horse-drawn tank wagons at night. in the summer time, with all windows open, we wouldhear the pumping and the odour was very strong. the tank wagons were paintedbrown and saffron colour and in the moonlight when they worked the rue cardinallemoine their wheeled, horse-drawn cylinders looked like braque paintings. no oneemptied the cafe des amateurs though, and its yellowed poster stating the terms andpenalties of the law against public drunkenness was as flyblown and disregarded asits clients were constant and ill-smelling.all of the sadness of the city came suddenly with the first cold rains of winter, andthere were no more tops to the high white houses as you walked but only the wetblackness of the street and the closed doors of the small shops, the herb sellers, thestationery and the newspaper shops, the midwife - second class - and the hotel whereverlaine had died, where i had a room on the top floor where i worked.

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