Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN


Ernest Miller Hemingway was born in 1899 at Oak Park, a highly respectable suburb of Chicago, where his father, a keen sportsman, was a doctor. He was the second of six children. The family spent holidays in a lakeside hunting lodge in Michigan, near Indian settlements. Although energetic and successful in all school activities, Ernest twice ran away from home before joining the Kansas City Star as a cub reporter in 1917. Next year he volunteered as an ambulance driver on the Italian front and was badly wounded. Returning to America he began to write features for the Toronto Star Weekly in 1919 and was married in 1921. That year he came to Europe as a roving correspondent and covered several large conferences. In France he came into contact with Gertrude Stein²later they quarreled² Ezra Pound, and James Joyce. He covered the Greco-Turkish war in 1922. Three Stories and Two Poems was given a limited publication in Paris in 1923. Thereafter he gradually took to a life of bull-fighting, big-game hunting, and deep-sea fishing. He visited Spain during the Civil War. Latterly he lived mostly in Cuba, and he died in July 1961. He early established himself as the master of a new, tough, and peculiarly American style of writing and became a legend during his lifetime. But, as John Wain wrote in the Observer after his death, ³Though there were many imitators there was never truly a µSchool of Hemingway¶, because the standard he set was too severe.´ His best-known books were A Farewell to Arms (1929), Death in the Afternoon (1932), For Whom the Bell Tolls (1940), and The Old Man and the Sea (1952). In 1954 he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. Ernest Hemingway had three sons.


Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN



Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN

Penguin Books Ltd, Harmondsworth, Middlesex, England Penguin Books Australia Ltd, Ringwood, Victoria, Australia First published by Jonathan Cape 1928 Published in Penguin Books 1955 Reprinted 1956, 1957, 1958, 1960, 1962, 1963, 1965, 1967, 1969, 1971, 1972 Made and printed in Great Britain by Hunt Barnard Printing Ltd, Aylesbury Set in Monotype Bembo This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise. Circulated without the publisher¶s prior consent at any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser


Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN

Contents...................................................................................................................................... 4 THE UNDEFEATED ................................................................................................................. 6 IN ANOTHER COUNTRY ...................................................................................................... 25 HILLS LIKE WHITE ELEPHANTS ........................................................................................ 29 THE KILLERS ......................................................................................................................... 33 CHE TI DICE LA PATRIA? .................................................................................................... 40 FIFTY GRAND ........................................................................................................................ 46 A SIMPLE ENQUIRY.............................................................................................................. 62 TEN INDIANS ......................................................................................................................... 64 A CANARY FOR ONE ............................................................................................................ 68 AN ALPINE IDYLL................................................................................................................. 71 A PURSUIT RACE .................................................................................................................. 75 TODAY IS FRIDAY ................................................................................................................ 78 BANAL STORY ...................................................................................................................... 81 NOW I LAY ME ...................................................................................................................... 83



but he imagined it was in memory of his brother. the promising one.´ Manuel sat down. ³I just got out of the hospital. There was no answer. stuffed by a Madrid taxidermist.´ he said. ³I want to work.´ Manuel said. felt there was someone in the room. gave him a strange look.´ Retana said. There was no answer. and his coleta pinned forward on his head. It had killed his brother. He leaned back in the chair and looked at Manuel. ³Retana. He¶s there. ³That¶s all. He felt a certain family interest in it. standing in the hallway. ³You still have your bag. Novillero. There was a brass plate on the oak shield the bull¶s head was mounted on. He had seen it often before. he had been a good kid. Manuel knocked with his knuckles on the desk. ³I heard they¶d cut your leg off. 1909. 6 . A little man sat behind a desk at the far side of the room.´ ³I read about it in the papers. Manuel. He looked pale.´ Retana said. ³The lot the Duke sent me for Sunday will make a scandal. ³I just got in. Manuel remembered the day.´ he said.´ he answered.´ Retana said. Manuel went in. Over his head was a bull¶s head.´ He looked at Manuel.´ Manuel said.´ Retana saw him looking at the stuffed bull¶s head.´ he said.´ Retana said. ³Retana. ³I thought they¶d killed you. and caused the death of Antonio Garcia. about nine years ago. his cap off. ³Who¶s there?´ said someone in the office. Manolo. ³Take off your cap. Something in the door clicked several times and it swung open. carrying his suitcase.´ he said. ³You don¶t look well. ³Just that one?´ the little man asked. his face was changed. The little man sat looking at him across the desk.´ ³Yes. Manuel could not read it. What do they say about them at the Café?´ ³I don¶t know. Well. ³How many corridas you had this year?´ Retana asked. He set down his suitcase and knocked on the door. Manuel looked up at the stuffed bull. so that it would not show under the cap. leaning back behind the big desk.´ Manuel said. He felt it through the door.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN THE UNDEFEATED MANUEL GARCIA climbed the stairs to Don Miguel Retana¶s office. The little man sat looking at Manuel. all right. ³One.´ Manuel said. which accepted 9 varas for 7 caballos. Manuel thought. ³They¶re all bad in the legs. listening. on the walls were framed photographs and bullfight posters. ³What do you want?´ asked the voice. The plate said: ³The Bull µMariposa¶ of the Duke of Veragua. April 27. ³Sit down.´ he said and banged the door. ³Me.

´ Manuel said. Manolo. ³I never smoke. Retana sat. Still. Those kids are good. ³You¶re not Villalta. ³Yes.´ Retana said.´ Manuel said. but when he opened his mouth it said two hundred and fifty. He tapped with his knuckles on the table.´ Retana said. ³It¶s all I¶ve got. ³Thanks. What the veterinaries won¶t pass in the daytime. ³Tomorrow night. ³Have a cigarette.´ Retana said. It was up to him. ³All they want is Litri and Rubito and La Torre. ³I¶m offering to put you on tomorrow night. ³I¶m a bullfighter.´ ³I¶ve got a lot of stuff. ³No. He had thought of five hundred.´ ³I don¶t like to substitute for anybody.´ Retana said in explanation. ³I am a bullfighter. ³Two hundred and fifty pesetas. He would like to get him to substitute for Larita because he could get him cheaply. ³You can work with young Hernandez and kill two novillos after the Charlots. hopefully.´ Retana said. 7 . ³Smoke?´ he said.´ Retana waved his hand.´ Retana watched him smoking. Manuel laughed.´ Retana said.´ ³I don¶t like to substitute. ³He draws it.´ Retana said.´ Manuel said. He would like to help him though. ³I don¶t want to work. ³It got all right. saying nothing and looking at Manuel. ³You pay Villalta seven thousand. They don¶t know who you are any more. they wouldn¶t. He was still playing with the idea of refusing. ³I know it. ³Why don¶t you get a job and go to work?´ he said.´ Manuel said. ³Why don¶t you put me on next week?´ Manuel suggested.´ Retana offered. Whatever stuff they¶ve got in the corrals. ³I¶ll put you in a nocturnal if you want.´ ³Whose novillos?´ Manuel asked.´ Manuel said. ³You wouldn¶t draw.´ Retana said. ³No. ³How much do I get?´ Manuel asked.´ Retana said. The appeal that Manuel had made to him for a moment when he thought of the old days was gone. That was the way they all got killed.´ ³They¶d come to see me get it. ³When?´ Manuel asked.´ he said.´ Manuel said.´ Manuel said. But he knew he could not refuse. That was the way Salvador got killed.´ Manuel said. He was no longer interested.´ Retana leaned forward across the desk and pushed a wooden box of cigarettes toward Manuel.´ said Manuel.´ ³There aren¶t any bullfighters any more.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³No.´ Manuel lit it. He leaned forward over the papers. He could get others cheaply too. offering the match to Retana. ³You can take it or leave it. he had given him the chance. ³I don¶t know. while you¶re in there.

´ ³All right. ³Give me three hundred. spread out flat. At one table four men played cards.´ Manuel said.´ Retana called. Retana was still considering him. It only takes one good picador. He took a fifty peseta note out of his pocket-book and laid it. ³Can I have fifty now?´ Manuel asked. ³They¶re all right.´ Retana agreed. A waiter came in and stood beside Manuel¶s table. Manuel went through the long room to a small room in back. Manuel looked back. ³All I want is an even break. ³Go and get him. ³I¶ll see you tomorrow night. Manuel pulled the door tight until it clicked. It was very hot in the street and the light on the white buildings was sudden and hard on his eyes. A man sat at a table in the corner asleep. He stood up.´ Retana said.´ Retana said. empty coffee-cups and liqueur-glasses before them on the tables. Manuel picked up his suitcase and went out. Retana. ³Shut the door. ³They¶re not much. ³There¶re the regular pics.´ Manuel said. Manuel saw no one he knew in all the people he passed. Just before the Puerta del Sol he turned into a café.´ Manuel said reasoningly.´ Retana said. ³I¶ve got to have one good pic.´ he offered. It was quiet in the café. ³When I go out there I want to be able to call my shots on the bull. Manuel sat down at one of the tables.´ Manuel said.´ Manuel said.´ ³How about picadors?´ Manuel asked.´ said Manuel. He walked down the shady side of the steep street toward the Puerta del Sol. ³Sure. There were a few men sitting at tables against the wall.´ Manuel said. ³You know I¶ve got to have one good pic.´ ³All right.´ Retana said. ³If that¶s the way you feel about it. on the table. leaning back in his chair. 8 . There will be a regular cuadrilla out there. Retana was sitting forward looking at some papers.´ Retana said. Most of the men sat against the wall smoking.´ said Retana. Retana said nothing but looked at Manuel from a long way off. ³What about a cuadrilla?´ he asked. The shade felt solid and cool as running water. Manuel knew it was over. The heat came suddenly as he crossed the intersecting streets. He reached in the drawer for a paper.´ Manuel said. ³There¶s the boys that always work for me nights. Bring as many of your own pics as you want. ³It isn¶t right. ³Get him then. ³go and get it. He went down the stairs and out of the door into the hot brightness of the street. The charlotada is over by ten-thirty. ³I¶m not paying for any cuadrilla out of sixty duros.´ ³That¶s the way. Manuel picked it up and put it in his pocket.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Sure. considering him from a long way away.´ Retana said nothing but looked at Manuel across the big desk.´ ³Not out of this.´ Retana admitted. ³I know.´ He was talking to a man who was no longer listening. ³I¶ll be out there.´ Manuel said.´ Retana did not smile. ³If you want something extra. ³I know your regular pics.

In his left hand he held a bottle of brandy. He winked at the coffee-boy as he poured out the brandy into the little glass beside Manuel¶s coffee.´ the tall waiter said.´ ³You said it.´ ³You said it. ³Retana didn¶t say. He drank off the brandy. He stirred it and drank it down. ³If you aren¶t in with him. The coffee-boy looked away. Another waiter had come up in front of the table. I think. ³I don¶t know.´ agreed the short waiter. spouted pots with long handles. ³And that ain¶t all. the waiter answered. He had drunk his second brandy.´ ³Where did you hear that?´ ³Retana. corking up the bottle.´ ³Bring me some coffee and milk and a shot of the ordinary. ³He was in before lunch. The coffee-boy looked at Manuel¶s pale face curiously.´ said the tall waiter. The waiter uncorked the bottle and poured the glass full.´ ³You¶re right I said it. ³You in the Charlie Chaplin¶s?´ he asked. He swung these down to the table and a boy who had followed him poured coffee and milk into the glass from two shiny. ³Tomorrow.´ ³Hey. He must have just come up. ³No.´ ³Who? Chaves or Hernandez?´ ³Hernandez. Manuel had not seen him before.´ the tall waiter said. hot. kid. Look what he¶s done for Nacional. In the ordinary.´ Manuel said. slopping another drink into the saucer.´ ³I thought they were going to have Chaves and Hernandez. ³He won¶t be back before five o¶clock. ³Chaves got cogida.´ he said to the waiter.´ The waiter stood there. ³No. Manuel looked at them. ³Is Chaves hurt bad?´ the second waiter asked Manuel. Looie.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Have you seen Zurito?´ Manuel asked him. ³If you stand in with Retana in this town. ³I know what I¶m talking about when I talk about that bird.´ Manuel said.´ ³A hell of a lot he cares. 9 . ³You fighting here?´ asked the waiter. holding the bottle on one hip. Manuel took off his cap and the waiter noticed his pigtail pinned forward on his head. ³You said it then.´ ³What¶s the matter with Chaves?´ ³He got hurt. you¶re a made man.´ the other waiter who had come in said.´ ³Look what he¶s done for Villalta.´ the tall waiter said. embarrassed. Me and another. and warming in his empty stomach. They were not interested in him. you might just as well go out and shoot yourself.´ the first waiter said.´ Manuel had taken the wrapper off the lumps of sugar and dropped them into his coffee. ³Look what he¶s done for Marcial Lalanda.´ the waiter said.´ Manuel said. They had forgotten about him. The waiter came back into the room carrying a tray with a big coffee-glass and a liqueur-glass on it.´ the waiter called to the next room. ³Yes. ³Give me another shot of that. standing talking in front of his table. sweet. The coffee-boy was gone.

He had poured the brandy the waiter had slopped over in the saucer into his glass and drank it while they were talking.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Look at that bunch of camels. ³I thought maybe you were. ³Sure. He leaned down and shoved it under. ³Let¶s have a drink. ³I¶m sorry. and the three of them went out of the room talking.´ Manuel looked down at his glass. Besides there was nothing to do. He kicked his suitcase under the table to be sure it was there.´ Manuel said.´ Zurito said.´ the big man said. He read the paper laboriously forming the words with his lips as he read.´ he said. ³That¶s all right. He had expected that answer. but I¶m not pic-ing. Then he leaned forward on the table and went to sleep. asleep. Manolo?´ Zurito set down his glass. 10 . kid. ³He¶s a giraffe. ³Hullo. Well.´ Manuel said. his head on the table. ³Hello. looked at Manuel¶s white face. his black Cordoba hat tipped forward.´ Manuel said. He felt sleepy himself. He went out of the room looking back at the two men at the table. Manolo. ³I just asked you. ³Those are Retana¶s boys. Perhaps it would be better to put it back under the seat. It was too hot to go out into the town. his head back against the wall.´ the short waiter said. ³I got a favor to ask you.´ ³Say. When it tired him he looked at Manuel. ³I¶m not pic-ing. He had waved the waiter away and sat reading the paper and occasionally looking down at Manuel. How is everything with you?´ ³Not so good. It was a big man with a heavy brown face like an Indian. didn¶t I?´ the original waiter said. he had it. ³No. He sat heavily in the chair.´ said Zurito. Zurito.´ he said. Manuel sat up and looked at him.´ the tall waiter went on. When he woke there was someone sitting across the table from him. ³I¶m too old. He put them forward on the table self-consciously. Manuel looked down at the picador¶s enormous hands folding the paper to put away in his pocket. In the far corner the man was still asleep. give me another shot of that. ³Would you pic two bulls for me tomorrow night?´ Manuel asked. now he had it.´ Manuel said. the picador.´ Manuel rubbed his forehead with the back of his fist. looking at Zurito across the table. The waiter came and went and came again. Manuel drank his brandy. He would go to sleep while he waited. ³What¶s the matter. He had been sitting there some time. He wanted to see Zurito. ³Did you ever see this Nacional II?´ ³I seen him last Sunday. He never heard it without thinking of his huge hands.´ ³How¶s everything?´ ³Good. snoring slightly on the intaking breath. Manos.´ They were both silent.´ said Manuel. ³What did I tell you?´ the tall waiter said.´ Zurito looked at his hands. ³I¶ve been asleep. Manosduros was Zurito¶s nickname. Zurito. against the wall. The original waiter poured his glass full mechanically.

you won¶t. avoiding his eyes. ³Why don¶t you cut off your coleta.´ ³I¶ve seen you plenty.´ Zurito said nothing. Manolo. See? Will you do that?´ ³Sure.´ Manuel said. I got to stick with it Manos. Besides.´ ³But I was going great when I got hurt.´ Manuel said.´ ³I¶m not too old.´ ³I know how you feel.´ Manuel said. ³You¶re pretty near as old as I am. ³I¶ll cut your coleta myself.´ Manuel said.´ ³I can¶t.´ Manuel offered. Manos.´ Manuel said. ³I¶m going good now. Manolo?´ ³I don¶t know.´ said Manuel. ³You got to quit.´ the picador said.´ he said. But it isn¶t right.´ ³I get more than that for pic-ing. Manuel watching the picador¶s face. ³No monkey business.´ Manuel said. I figured if I had just one good pic.´ Zurito stood up.´ Manuel said. ³You won¶t have a chance. He tipped the cognac out of his saucer into his glass. I¶ve got the stuff. Zurito looked at him.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Is it the nocturnal tomorrow?´ ³That¶s it. He felt tired from arguing. that¶s all I want.´ Zurito leaned forward his hands on the table. ³I got to do it. You ought to get out and stay out. you¶ll quit.´ said Manuel.´ Zurito looked at his face. ³You¶re too old. I¶ll pic for you and if you don¶t go big tomorrow night. ³You ought to have seen me. I¶ve been going good lately.´ Zurito leaned back.´ Zurito said. You got to cut the coleta. ³You¶ve been in the hospital. They sat silent. ³I don¶t want to see you.´ Manuel said. ³You ought to quit it. reproachfully. I tell you. ³Listen. ³You watch me.´ Zurito said. ³It makes me nervous. ³I didn¶t have any right to ask you. ³No.´ ³How much are you getting?´ ³Three hundred pesetas.´ ³With me it¶s different. ³I don¶t know. ³I was going great till I got hurt.´ 11 . I do. If I can fix it so that I get an even break.´ he said. ³The papers said they never saw a better faena. relieved.´ ³Yes. ³You¶re ten years older than I am. ³You got to quit.´ Zurito looked at Manuel.´ ³I know. I could get away with it.´ ³You haven¶t seen me lately.´ ³What do you keep on doing it for?´ Zurito asked.´ ³No.´ ³I won¶t have to quit.´ ³I can¶t do it.´ ³No you don¶t. ³You know when I get going I¶m good.´ Manuel said. I¶ve tried keeping away from it.

around the edge of the ring were running and bowing two men dressed like tramps. ³Come on up to the house.´ ³You¶ve got some good kids. ³They¶re regular elephants we¶ve got tonight. rising high.´ Manuel said.´ Manuel agreed. Where they stood it was dark. The members of the cuadrilla. double. ³I¶m Hernandez.´ Zurito said. Behind them came the jingle of the mules. III Manuel stood in the patio de caballos waiting for the Charlie Chaplins to be over.´ he said and put out his hand. The high. Then there was silence. ³The bigger they are. ³They¶re pretty funny. 12 .´ Zurito said. then another shout of laughter.´ the boy said. ³I¶ll climb onto one of those ponies while you collect the kids. ³You line up your cuadrilla.´ Manuel said. Manuel and Hernandez stood in front. Zurito stood beside him.´ the boy said cheerfully. He smiled to himself in the dark. followed by a third in the uniform of a hotel-boy who stooped and picked up the hats and canes thrown down on to the sand and tossed them back up into the darkness.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN Zurito called the waiter. The mules came through the gate in a rush.´ ³Where did you get that one?´ Hernandez grinned. A good-looking lad in a silver-and-orange suit came up to Manuel and smiled. Manuel liked the smell of the stables about the patio de caballos. It smelt good in the dark. In black. He was happy the fight would start in a few minutes. ³They¶re big ones with horns. the plaza. ³That¶s all right. coming out to go into the arena and be hitched onto the dead bull. big and looming beside Manuel in the dark. ³They¶re back in the corrals fighting about who gets the beautiful horses. prolonged applause. Manuel took it. and the young bull plowing a furrow of sand. ³That¶s an old one. the more meat for the poor. ³Where are the pics?´ Manuel asked.´ Hernandez grinned. Above them they heard a shout. He was happy. They formed up for the paseo as soon as the bull had gone through. who had been watching the burlesque from the runway between the barrera and the seats. tight-fitting door into the bullring swung open and Manuel saw the ring in the hard light of the arc-lights. so I can see what I¶ve got. bells jangling. The high door that led into the bullring was shut.´ Manuel reached under the seat for his suitcase. ³You drew the worst lot. going on and on. He had been on twice before in nocturnals and was beginning to get a following in Madrid. mounted. ³Come on. There was another roar from the arena and then applause. the whips snapping.´ Zurito said. the four picadors. He was very cheerful. their heavy capes furled over their arms. came walking back and stood in a group talking. It was all simple now. ³No. He was the best picador living. under the electric light in the patio. The youths of the cuadrillas were behind.´ Hernandez said. The electric light went on in the patio. dark all the way around. holding their steel-tipped push-poles erect in the half-dark of the corral.´ Manuel said.´ said Zurito. He knew Zurito would pic for him. ³You ever seen these fellows?´ Zurito asked. ³Come on up to the house and we¶ll eat.

The mules went out. a gypsy. and he responded to the bit and the spurs. they stepped out.´ Zurito rode by. ³He knows we¶ll be happier if we don¶t get too good a look at these skins. He pic-ed in the hot afternoon sun for big money.´ the gypsy said. he liked the look of. The crowd applauded Hernandez as they marched across the arena. ³Like a wedding. who was acting as his manager and sword-handler. We¶ll go. One of them.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³It¶s a wonder Retana wouldn¶t give us enough light to see the horses by. they looked straight ahead as they marched. The picadors galloped jerkily around the ring. The bullfighters went over to the barrera and changed their heavy mantles for the light fighting capes. and the procession broke up into its component parts. sitting in the half-dark in the big. ³You got a good hand.´ the gypsy said. ³All right. ³All right. they¶re horses.´ Manuel said to Hernandez. ³You take the bull and give him a little run when he comes out. behind came the bullring servants and the jingling mules.´ ³Sure. aloof.´ They talked. He had tried him. serious. boys about nineteen. Arrogant. They were all three Madrileños. He had taken the bandage off his right eye and cut the strings where they had tied his ears tight shut at the base. kid. the picadors riding after. their right arms swinging free. Manuel drank a glass of water poured for him by one of Retana¶s deputies.´ another pic answered. sitting their gaunt horses in the dark. Hernandez came over from speaking with his own manager. He turned. wheeling him in the corrals.´ Hernandez said happily. He had the only steady horse of the lot.´ one picador said. He did not hear them. crossing the sanded arena under the arc-lights. He was a good. ³How did the paseo go?´ Manuel asked Retana¶s man. solid on his legs. ³Well. The gypsy smiled.´ said the handler. You came out like Joselito and Belmonte. He intended to ride him all through the corrida. 13 . ³Here she goes.´ Manuel complimented him. He wheeled his horse and faced him towards the toril on the far side of the ring where the bull would come out. His face was serious. pic-ed through the whole corrida in his mind. It was strange under the arc-light. ³They like me. and two rode out the gate they had come in by. swinging. since he had mounted. the cuadrillas opening out behind. waiting for the paseo. ³What¶s your name. quilted saddle. their capes furled over their left arms in the same fashion. He began to think about just what he would do. Manuel went up to him. showing his teeth. swinging with the music. they¶re horses. Manuel was thinking about the three lads in back of him. He had already. He wished they would get started. ³That¶s a good name. a bulky equestrian statue. ³This thing I¶m on barely keeps me off the ground. kid?´ he asked the gypsy. He didn¶t like this arc-light business. ³Fine. ³Fuentes. That was all he needed. They bowed before the president.´ Manuel said. and dark-faced. solid horse.´ Heads up. Zurito said nothing. The other picadors went on talking on both sides of him. The two matadors stood together in front of their three peones. The servants swept the sand smooth.´ Manuel said.´ the first picador said. like Hernandez.

banging into the wood blindly. Each time. so the cape swung out like a ballet dancer¶s skirt and wound the bull around himself like a belt.´ Manuel stepped out on the hard sand as the bull banged into the fence. the substitute bullfight critic of El Heraldo scribbled: ³Campagnero. The bull. The gyp sprinted and vaulted the red fence of the barrera as the bull struck it with his horns. his head down. ending in a very Belmontistic recorte that earned applause from the regulars.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Pic him. he held the cape against his hip and pivoted. He tossed into it twice with his horns. lifting the cape so it billowed full. the bull gathered himself together and charged. Then. held halfway down. came out at 90 miles an hour with plenty of gas²´ Manuel. his feet in the box-stirrups. the long pic held in his right hand. pivoted and charged the cape. Manos. a fold in each hand. measuring the distance between the bull and the end of the pic. Campagnero showed a tendency to cut into the terrain of the bullfighters. ³I¶ll lean on him. leaning against the barrera. its ears forward. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Zurito sitting the white horse close to the barrera. in full gallop. glad to be free after the dark pen. driving into the cape as Manuel side-stepped. about a quarter of the way around the ring to the left. his tail rising. his eyes on the bull.´ ³I¶ll pic him. waved his hand and the gypsy ran out. come up and planted firm. Zurito patted him with his left hand. watching the bull. Manos.´ he said. the crowd shouted. the long pole sticking out before and behind in a sharp angle under his right arm. and pivoted again as the bull recharged. Then the bull came out in a rush.´ Manuel said. leaning forward. leaning forward to write on the cement wall in front of his knees. The red door of the toril swung back and for a moment Zurito looked into the empty passageway far across the arena. wrote: µthe veteran Manolo designed a series of acceptable veronicas. Manuel held the cape close in front of him. El Heraldo¶s second-string critic. the reins in his left hand. ³Huh! Huh!´ the bull turned. ³I¶ll make him jump out of the ring. leaving the bull facing Zurito on the white horse. the horse facing the bull. His horse¶s ears quivered.´ Manuel said. moving softly in a fast gallop. seemed to brace against the fence as he charged in a scramble. then charging in a gallop. the bull caught sight of him and abandoned the cape to charge the man. Four times he swung with the bull. ³What¶s holding it up?´ ³He¶s coming now. his great legs in the buckskin-covered armor gripping the horse. At the end of the cape he was facing the bull again and held the cape in the same position close in front of his body. to step clear. its lips nervous. his hat over his eyes. watching the distant door of the toril. drawing on his cigarette. Zurito sunk the point of the pic in the swelling hump of muscle above 14 . at the end of the fifth swing. In the first row of seats. his eyes on the horse¶s chest. as he swung. and shouted at the bull. The critic of El Heraldo lit a cigarette and tossed the match at the bull. the triangular iron point facing the bull. trailing his cape.´ Zurito said. Zurito sat there. As he lowered his head to hook. The gypsy moved in a zigzag and as he passed. then wrote in his notebook. skidding on his four legs as he came out under the lights.´ Zurito sat his horse. pivoted on his heels with the charge of the bull. ³large and with enough horns to satisfy the cash customers. and we entered the tercio of the cavalry. silent except as he woofed through wide nostrils as he charged. and swung the cape just ahead of the horns. ³Cut him down to size for me. kid. and each time bringing the bull around to charge again.´ Zurito spat on the sand. As he looked. his broad hat well down over his eyes to shade them from the lights. slightly bored. Negro. Zurito. 42.´ ³Lean on him.

holding him. and the triangular steel point of the pic ripped in the bull¶s hump of shoulder muscle as he tore loose to find Hernandez¶s cape before his muzzle. and Manuel. Zurito felt the moment when the horse was clear and the bull could come past. the length of the pic rising in a sharp angle under his armpit. He fixed him with a swing of the cape.´ Manuel said. ³They¶ll change the thirds on us. quivering. The veteran Zurito resurrected some of his old stuff with the pike-pole.´ Zurito said. As the bull saw the horse he charged. smooth against the black of the bull¶s shoulder. taking the bull out and away with the cape. ³Huh!´ he called to the bull. holding the pic almost by the point.´ At the conclusion of a closely turned pass of the cape the bull slid to his knees. toward the other picador. swung on his heels. He charged blindly into the cape and the boy took him out into the open arena. ³If they gave me another shot at him. the picador was safe. far out. The bull detached himself from the horse and charged the cape. he was in no hurry. lifted and gored. ³Tomar!´ holding the cape in both hands so it would catch his eye. it did a picador like that good to worry. front hoofs pawing. besides. and swung him to the right as he pushed the bull under and through so that the horns passed safely under the horse¶s belly and the horse came down. directly below him. ³Look at him now. the bull¶s tail brushing his chest as he charged the cape Hernandez offered him.´ Manuel said.´ Zurito said. and brought the bull sharply around facing Zurito. He¶d stay on longer next time. with Hernandez and Manolo at the quites. ³Campagnero accepted a pair of varas for the death of one rosinante. the picador gave a shove with his boots against the horse and lay clear. The horse. waiting to be lifted and hauled away and put on his feet. and stepped back. holding the bull off. stopped. Hernandez ran sideways. ³You see that one?´ he said to Manuel. The picador¶s lance slid along his back. He was up at once. ³I got him that time. and with his left hand pulled the white horse into the air. but far out across the sand Manuel and Zurito saw the shine of the pumping flow of blood. lifting his right leg clear as he missed with the lance and falling to the left side to keep the horse between him and the bull. 15 . on top of him. his horse rigid. ³It was a wonder. Lousy pics! He looked across the sand at Zurito a little way out from the barrera. ³Look at him now. notably the suerte²´ ³Olé! Olé!´ the man sitting beside him shouted. the picador was already half-way out of the saddle.´ Zurito said. ³He pressed on the iron and clearly showed he was no horse-lover. running sideways and holding the cape spread wide. the bull pushing and driving to get at the horse.´ El Heraldo¶s critic wrote. squarely facing the horse and rider. waiting. and he slapped the critic on the back. The shout was lost in the roar of the crowd. so that at last he was clear. The critic looked up to see Zurito. Manuel let the bull drive into the fallen horse. ³He¶s a good bull. Zurito sat patting his horse and looking at the bull charging the cape that Hernandez swung for him out under the bright light while the crowd shouted. leaning far out over his horse. and Zurito.´ Manuel said. crashed over with the bull driving into him. leaned all his weight on the shaft. bearing down with all his weight. and relaxed the absolute steel lock of his resistance. and slowly pivoting the horse against the pressure. I¶d kill him.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN the bull¶s shoulder. and as the shock of the charge lifted the horse.´ Zurito said. ³I got him that time. holding him.

´ Manuel said. facing the bull. The picador. whacking him on the legs with rods and all. running out to drag the picador clear. He looked at Manuel. There was a sheen of blood all down his flank. Manuel felt. Awful close that time. That was Zurito. Zurito. tightening the cape ahead of the bull for the veronica. offered the cape with his two hands. sitting his horse. Retana¶s man handed him the heavy porous jug. there he comes. Zurito watched. ³Huh!´ Manuel said. Fuentes. he sidestepped. He was bleeding badly. and started on a run for the other side of the ring. pawing. his head was going down a little. in a procession. He¶s hunting now. 16 . the picador hit too far back. There he came. not missing any detail. Now he was facing the bull. ³Go on out there. He¶s had enough fight. swung the cape in back of him. here¶s the last one. with a horse on his back. staggering short-legged. horns straight forward. The bull looked at him. The trumpet had blown to change the act to the planting of the banderillos while Manuel had been working with the bull. Eyes watching. thrusting. watching. swearing and flopping his arms. I don¶t want to work that close to him. the bridle caught in the horns. was standing holding a pair of banderillos. The monos were spreading canvas over the two dead horses and sprinkling sawdust around them. The monos. He side-stepped. watching the cape. He was carrying it lower. Manuel and Hernandez standing ready with their capes. slim. Black bull with a horse on his back. black bull. Got his eye on me. he thought. The bull was slower now. Manuel stepped to the side and raised his arms. Manuel offered him the cape again. Manuel came up to the barrera for a drink of water. eyes open. dominated by the cape. red sticks. there he comes. charging to slide the horse off. and pivoted. lifted him. Then the bull into a lunging charge at the cape Manuel spread for him. so the bull followed a swirl of cape and was then left with nothing. so he¶s watching now. The edge of the cape was wet with blood where it had swept along the bull¶s back as he went by. the great. unable to make up his mind to charge. dropping his head. ³Toro!´ and leaning back. holding them together. trying to get him towards the bull. fishhook points out. the horse leaders ran for the barrera. There was no applause.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³I got to go over there. then arching his neck and lifting. Manuel swung the cape under his muzzle with one hand. to show the bull was fixed. the bull looked at him. He had not consciously noticed it. having turned with him each charge. Yes. Manuel walked across the sand towards the barrera. where the monos were leading a horse out by the bridle toward the bull. the tall gypsy. Manuel flopped the cape. horse sliding down. fixed by the pass. while Zurito rode out of the ring. He shook the cape at the bull. Manuel. swung the cape forward. and the bull got under the horse. in their red shirts. he side-stepped and swung in another veronica. But I always give him the cape. All right. And the bull. threw him onto his back. Here he comes. ugly.´ Manuel said. He¶s shooting awfully accurately. hooves dangling. now on his feet. walking him toward the scene. and walked away. scowled. Finally the bull charged. who stood.

Back of him and to one side was a peon with a cape. ³How do you feel.´ Retana¶s man said to Zurito. the banderillos pointing forward. points straight forward. It had all been easy up to now.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN The gypsy trotted out. Fuentes stood still. but waiting to get close enough so he could be sure of getting him. He wiped his face with his handkerchief. But standing there he had a heavy sense of apprehension. The bull would come to him in the next third in good shape. Manuel shook his head.´ Alone in the centre of the ring the bull stood. it was Zurito. Now he leaned back. As the bull lowered his head to hook. He had nothing to do now until the next third. stopped. walking heel-and-toe. ³You¶re going good. his arms spread out. flat-backed. The gypsy was very good with the banderillos. all four feet off the ground. calling to him. leaning back. The bull watched him. now standing still. ³Tell him to drop the next pair on the right. The bull looked at him and was no longer fixed. He looked out at the bull. Manuel was watching the bull. A heavy hand fell on his shoulder. ³²the aged Manolo rated no applause for a vulgar series of lances with the cape and we entered the third of the palings. Fuentes twitched the two banderillos and the light on the steel points caught the bull¶s eye. He came straight. leaning the weight of his body on his arms. leaning far in over the bull¶s horns and pivoting on the two upright sticks. not fixed now. the banderillos two descending red lines. getting the horns into him. as he passed running backwards. planning his faena. his arms came together and rose. insultingly. and leaning forward drove the points into the bull¶s shoulder. Manuel turned to him. ³That kid won¶t stay in this night stuff long. tall. The crowd were wild about it. took a drink. red sticks. The gypsy was walking out towards the bull again. and finished his paragraph. His tail went up and he charged. standing at the barrera. his body curving to one side to let the bull pass. swung forward. The bull was hooking wildly. walking towards him arrogantly. the two slim. 17 . his legs tight together. the red shafts of the banderillos twitching with his walk. his work with the red cloth that was to reduce the bull.´ he said to the kid who started to run out to Fuentes with the new banderillos. his eyes on the man. his two hands touching. hunting him. noticed that he hooked always to the right. ³Olé!´ from the crowd. Fuentes leaned backward. still fixed. to make him manageable. Fuentes. Fuentes ran across the quarter of a circle as the bull charged and. Manuel. like a ballroom dancer. held by the fingers. Fuentes walked forward. He did not even think about it. His eyes watched Fuentes.´ Zurito said. arms straight out. As Fuentes walked forward the bull charged. Zurito leaned forward on the barrera. kid?´ he asked. jumping like a trout. The red shafts of the banderillos tossed as he jumped. The critic of El Heraldo reached for the bottle of warm champagne that stood between his feet. one in each hand. and sunk the banderillos straight down into the tight of the big shoulder muscles as the bull missed him. The final stuff with the sword was all he worried over. He was a good bull. He did not really worry. rose on his toes. Manuel set down the jug and watched.

Nobody was paying any attention. Somebody in the crowd shouted a warning. He took another drink of the champagne. and Manuel walked across the arena towards where. The bull watched him. Fuentes walked a little closer to the bull. He wanted the man. both feet off the ground. Two of the cuadrilla were back of him. Fuentes was standing with his back against the barrera. If he missed anything he would get it out of the morning papers. ³He¶s in good shape. Bent back. Leaning back. The trumpeter. showing it to the spectators. He had a date at Maxim¶s at twelve. with his tongue out. ³Just like you want him. blew for the final act. Manuel nodded. folded the cloth over it.´ Zurito said. The bull crashed into the barrera where the flopping capes had attracted his eye as he lost the man. He made a tour of the ring. was watching the gypsy. ³Now you get him. The gypsy came running along the barrera towards Manuel. Out in the ring the bull stood quiet. up in the dark boxes.´ Retana¶s man said.´ They watched. the president must be. A bunch of bums. stamped one foot. Somebody else was planting the last pair of banderillos. He thought he had him now. holding it by its leather scabbard. Manuel nodded. Fuentes jumped. He smiled. the banderillos pointing at the bull. Manuel pulled the blade out by the red hilt and the scabbard fell limp. He reached in the leather sword-case. The bull. He was happy about it. Zurito saw him go by. and drove the shafts straight down as he swung his body clear of the right horn. looking at nothing. Only a short charge away. and handed it over the barrera to Manuel. reached it over the fence to Manuel. Retana¶s man tucked a baton inside the red cloth of a muleta. As he jumped the bull¶s tail rose and he charged. Fuentes came down on his toes. In the front row seats the substitute bullfight critic of El Heraldo took a long drink of warm champagne. The bull was suspicious.´ Retana¶s man assured him. 18 . whole body arching forward.´ Zurito said. The gypsy bent back. ³He¶s too damn close. Back against the red planks. inciting the bull with the banderillos. kid. His vest was ripped where he had not quite cleared the point of the horn. He had decided it was not worthwhile to write a running story and would write up the corrida back in the office. ³Watch him now. with their capes ready to flop over the fence to distract the bull. ³Watch him. drew back his arms. smiling.´ Zurito said. No more barbs in the shoulder. standing very much alone in the ring. his barrel heaving. He called to the bull. He put his pad of paper in his pocket and looked over towards Manuel.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³He¶s good. arms straight out. took out a sword and. Called again. up under the roof.´ Zurito said. gesturing with his hat in a salute towards a box he could not see high up in the dark plaza. He looked at Zurito. Who were these bullfighters anyway? Kids and bums. The big man saw he was sweating. What the hell was it anyway? Only a nocturnal. taking the applause of the crowd. pointing to his vest.

Whoosh! Manuel turned as the bull came and raised the muleta so that it passed over the bull¶s horns and swept down his broad back from head to tail. though. so he could go in past the horns and kill him. the bull came by his chest under the raised muleta. leaning toward the left. This was all right. his eyes on the muleta. The bull looked at him. President. carrying the muleta in his left hand and the sword in his right. the most intelligent and generous in the world. His heaviness was gone. and to the public of Madrid. and. walked out towards the bull. he called to the bull. Manuel noticed the points of the bull¶s horns. The bull had light circles about his eyes. He¶ll bleed when I´ start him going and that will bring it down. Zurito had his head down once. now held in his left hand. Holding the muleta. Manuel noticed the way the banderillos hung down on his left shoulder and the steady sheen of blood from Zurito¶s pic-ing. pricking the point into the cloth so that the sword. Manuel noted the fresh blood shining down the black shoulder and dripping down the bull¶s leg. The other was sharp as a porcupine quill. He¶s reserving himself. Always get his head down. straightened. Firmly planted. watching the bull¶s feet. The bull saw the muleta. He leaned back insultingly and shook the widespread flannel. Here he comes. Manuel thought.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³I dedicate this bull to you. While he noticed these things he did not lose sight of the bull¶s feet. 19 . and the wide. his eyes were quick. He noticed the way the bull¶s feet were. Standing still now and spreading the red cloth of the muleta with the sword. He thought about one thing at a time.´ was what Manuel was saying. It was a little too long for nocturnal use. The bull¶s legs tightened. Mr. The bull watched Manuel steadily. with the sword in his left hand widening it in front of him. Manuel thought. Manuel noticed while spreading the muleta that the white base of the horn was stained red. He was on the offensive again. Manuel had not moved. his feet firm. It was a bright scarlet under the arc-light. He felt he was going to get this little one with the white face. not about killing the bull. The bull recharged as the pase natural finished and Manuel raised the muleta for a pase de pecho. I¶ve got to bring him out of that and get his head down. he called to the bull. He drew the sword out of the muleta and held it in his right hand. He bowed at the dark. Here he comes. Yuh! He swung with the charge. but he¶s come back. Walking forward. As he walked forward. sweeping the muleta ahead of the bull. The bull could not charge without gathering his feet together. One of them was splintered from banging against the barrera. The muleta held low down in his left hand. He must work to get the bull¶s head down. The bull looked at him. Manuel walked towards him. The bull¶s legs tightened. he watched the bull¶s feet. dully. He said it all. The coming things oppressed him. He could do this. holding the muleta in his left hand and the sword in his right. The hot black bull body touched his chest as it passed. forward-pointing spread of his horns. he saw successively his eyes. tossed his hat over his shoulder. the sword following the curve. spread the red flannel like the jib of a boat. At the end of the pass the bull turned like a cat coming around a corner and faced Manuel. He did not think about the sword. It was a formula. Now he stood square on them. He¶s on the defensive now. watching his feet. a point of light under the arcs. Manuel leaned his head back to avoid the clattering banderillo shafts. Manuel walked toward the bull. his wet muzzle. His eyes watched Manuel. The bull had gone clean up in the air with the charge.

He just did the right thing. His body was heavy on his feet. the need to profile himself toward the left 20 . and as he raised the muleta in both hands the bull charged. Hernandez motioned them to stand one at each side. ³Knock on that. ³That¶s where he¶s going damn quick. brought around the muleta in a halfcircle that pulled the bull to his knees. Only his eyes watched. He¶s all square. The bull had humped himself up from his knees and stood waiting. ³Why.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN Too damn close. they saw his face was white and sweating. ³Where did the boss dig this fellow up?´ Retana¶s man asked. his four feet square. they¶d go crazy. ³Knock on that wood.´ said Zurito.´ Zurito said. Manuel stood alone. Manuel thought.´ Retana¶s man said. he¶s not. looking at the muleta. tail up. Manuel thought. Stepping back cautiously. He did not have to think about them. Fuentes stood watching. leaning on the barrera. he would be gone. Manuel stood up and. Manuel was kneeling. Manuel swung his body clear and. the muleta held low and to the left. facing the bull. Zurito said nothing. He carried his head low. Manuel waved back the men with the capes. Zurito turned on him. He was watching Manuel out in the centre of the arena. ³If it was Belmonte doing that stuff. facing the bull. acknowledged the applause from the dark plaza. The bull did not move. Zurito spoke to two of the other lads of the cuadrilla and they ran out to stand back of Manuel with their capes. but not too low.´ he said. that one¶s a great bullfighter. watching lazy-eyed. Now. Manuel lifted the muleta at him. There were four men back of him now. pointing to the barrera. The bull was standing. Didn¶t they know enough to keep back? Did they want to catch the bull¶s eye with the capes after he was fixed and ready? He had enough to worry about without that kind of thing. tall in repose. his head hung low. He¶s framed right. ³Watch the faena. He¶ll take it. the other smoothly sharp. facing the bull. the muleta in his left hand. ³Out of the hospital. spoke rapidly to the gypsy who trotted out towards Manuel with a cape. ³I was just kidding. Zurito pulled his hat down low and looked out across the arena at Manuel. His eyes noted things and his body performed the necessary measures without thought. under the lights. There were the horns. He knew all about bulls. Manuel furled the muleta in his left hand.´ Zurito said. Zurito. If he thought about it. Sometimes he had a thought and the particular piece of slang would not come into his mind and he could not realize the thought. His instincts and knowledge worked automatically. The bull¶s eyes watched it. Hernandez had followed him since he first came out with the muleta. the sword in his right. The bull¶s head was down as he watched the muleta. He thought in bullfight terms. the one splintered. Out in the centre of the ring. Now the two came up.´ Retana¶s man said. he was conscious of many things at the same time. He¶s all lead. ³No.´ Retana¶s man said. his cape held against his body.´ Retana¶s man said. Manuel was facing the bull again. as the bull recharged. and his brain worked slowly and in words. man.´ Retana¶s man leaned forward and knocked three times on the barrera.

rising on his toes. The bull was on top of him. Corto y derecho. Manuel swung the muleta before him. with the canvas hanging from his splintered horn. Corto y derecho he lanced himself on the bull. sighting along the steel. and. He hit the ground and the bull was on him. as his belly went over.´ he thought. Short and straight. Manuel profiled toward the bull. lance himself short and straight. between the sharp pitch of the bull¶s shoulders. The bull hit him in the small of the back. There was a shock. Manuel got up. Manuel was walking towards him with the sword and muleta. and must then come out from between the horns. and he felt himself go up in the air. but his only thought was in words: ³Corto y derecho. put the sword all the way into a little spot about as big as a five-peseta piece straight in back of the neck. As he ran. and. gone over him in a rush. He charged Fuentes¶s cape. so his right hand with the sword on the level with his eye made the sign of the cross. profiled on the splintered left horn. and then the bull was gone. He was conscious he must do all this. missing him in his excitement. Manuel kept the bull from getting a clean thrust at him. and charged. Out in the ring. his head on his arms. bumped his face in the sand. Retana¶s man handed him the sword over the edge of the barrera. dropped the muleta across his body. grabbed the end of the canvas and neatly lifted it off the horn. and the bull bumped him. Manuel. Manuel. Manuel lay as though dead.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN horn. Kicking like a man keeping a ball in the air. running up from behind him. driving the horns into the sand. to strike hard on the sand. lying on the ground.´ he said. found the sword and muleta. He felt the horn go into the sand between his folded arms. Hernandez. He was on the defensive again. Manuel felt the wind on his back from the capes flopping at the bull. The bull would not charge. sighted along the dipping blade of the sword at the spot high up between the bull¶s shoulders. It was bent where it had struck the shoulder-blade. and then ran towards the barrera for a new sword. and the crowd laughed. he drew the sword out of the muleta. running again towards the bull. incapable of another charge. He pushed on the sword as he went up and over. seemingly dead on his feet. going in over the horns. Manuel straightened it on his knee and ran towards the bull. sighting along the dipping blade of the sword. and it flew out of his hand. wiped his bloody face with his handkerchief. the bull after him.´ Manuel shouted to the gypsy. Dark. There was no chance of kicking this time. He must do all this. tried the point of the sword with his thumb. The bull was motionless. Where was Zurito?´ 21 . lower the muleta so the bull would follow it. bumping him with his head. furling the muleta. Kicking. He had not seen Zurito. Manuel was tossed clear and the bull followed the capes. kicking. The horn drove through one of his sleeves and the bull ripped it off. Bumped his back. Manuel stood up and picked up the muleta. Manuel rose to his toes. Fuentes handed him the sword. Again there was the shock and he felt himself being borne back in a rush. The bull had smelled the blood of the dead horse and ripped into the canvas cover with his horns. ³Get him out of there. The bull followed it in a half-charge and stopped still. he tossed his head to rid himself of the canvas. his jacket flopped where it had been ripped under the armpit. His face drove into the sand. standing now beside one of the dead horses. ³Wipe off your face. Not even stepped on. kicked at the bull¶s muzzle with his splippered feet.´ ³Corto y derecho.

There was nothing to do but go in. He stepped close and jammed the sharp peak of the muleta into the bull¶s damp muzzle. It was all right. man. The bull¶s eyes watched it and turned with the swing. ³Thank you. holding tight on to the place. into his side. twinkling under the arc-lights.´ he said. Spotting the sand. All right. The first cushions thrown down out of the dark missed him. He lay still. He felt the sword buckle as he shoved it in. to fall red-hilted on the sand. As he pushed in the sword. It hit Manuel on the foot. and then it shot in the air. heavy and dull again after the action.´ he said. Manuel walked towards him with the muleta. He put the bloody handkerchief in his pocket. He passed it right and left. Manuel chopped the muleta back and forth in front of the bull. He tried a pass with the muleta and the bull did not move. ³He¶s all bone. Manuel had jerked clear as the sword jumped. You won¶t. It was bent and he straightened it over his knee. Maybe he was all bone. Manuel leaned over and picked it up. The hell there wasn¶t! He¶d show them. ³Get to hell away from me. fixed again now. The same as ever. Hernandez shrugged his shoulders. wiping his face. Manuel was worried.´ he shouted. It was his sword.´ Fuentes came up with the muleta and the sword.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN The cuadrilla had stepped away from the bull and waited with their capes. left and right before the bull¶s muzzle. All right. his bloody face looking towards the crowd. Manuel ran toward the bull. Manuel nodded. The bull was on him as he jumped back and as he tripped on a cushion he felt the horn go into him. He straightened it over his knee and gestured with it to the crowd. There was the bull. the lousy.´ He twisted free. he jerked his body to the left to clear the horn. he passed Hernandez standing with his cape. He profiled close to the bull. Manuel ran over and picked it up.´ Manuel said. Then one hit him in the face. The bull was gone. He stood there watching the dark. The bull stood. you dirty. but he would not charge. crossed the muleta in front of his body and charged. The bull tossed him and he was clear. Corto y derecho. He got up coughing and feeling broken and gone. He grabbed the horn with his two hands and rode backward. He stopped and shook it. the dirty bastards! Dirty bastards! Oh.´ Oh. lousy bastard! Manuel passed the muleta in front of the bull¶s black muzzle. Hernandez put his arm around him. As he came running towards the bull.´ the boy said encouragingly. dirty bastards! He kicked into a cushion as he ran. Nothing doing. where the things were coming from. They were coming down fast. end-over-ending into the crowd. There was the bull. He was close to the barrera now. He was waiting for Manuel. drew the sword out. ³Give me the stuff. ³Don¶t be a damn fool. ³Go on to the infirmary. ³Thank you. leaning his weight on it. The dirty bastards! ³Give me the sword.´ ³Get away from me. profiled and drove in on the bull. Nothing doing. Maybe there was not any place for the sword to go in. He furled the muleta. The bull passed him and the sword shot up in the air. The bull did not respond. Damn him. Then something whished through the air and struck by him. Somebody threw an empty champagne bottle from close range. 22 .

then he was standing clear. He started to cough and they held something to his mouth. He inhaled deeply. The blood was hot on his knuckles. Zurito was saying something to him. They were going to cut off his pigtail. He felt the sword go in all the way. There would be a priest if he was going to die. They laid him out on the table. Manuel sat up on the operating table. ³I was going great. Then he gestured at the crowd. firmly planted. heavy. without his hat. They were cutting away his shirt. He was in his picador clothes. Well. ³I was going good. One of the men in white smiled and handed Retana a pair of scissors. He shut his eyes. The doctor and two men in white were waiting for him. He heard someone coming very heavily up the stairs. Thick tongue out. Things crawling around on his belly and under his legs. Manuel could not hear it. Zurito¶s voice. 23 . ³That¶s all right. It was all familiar. angry. To hell with this operating table! He¶d been on plenty of operating tables before. and seemed to sink. They carried him across the ring to the infirmary. Dead bull. coughing. then suddenly four feet in the air. Retana smiled at him and said something. He heard suddenly. He must go over and salute the president.´ Zurito said. ³I¶ll stay here with him. It was hot and choking. men grunting as they took him up the stairway. clearly.´ he said. ³Hello. Everybody was very busy. All right. very tired. He felt very tired. That was all. Zurito said something to Manuel. then around under the dark passageway. They had put something over his face. you bastard! Manuel drew the sword out of the muleta. That was the crowd. He could not hear it. Retana gave them to Zurito. Zurito was speaking to Retana. and flung himself onto the bull.´ ³I was going good. running with him across the sand. His four feet up. bending over where the doctor was working. President hell! He was sitting down looking at something. Manos. sighted with the same movement. Then he heard a noise far off. To hell with the bull! To hell with them all! He started to get to his feet and commenced to cough. His whole chest felt scalding inside. you bastards! He wanted to say something. Retana!´ Manuel said. The doctor smiled at him. and then laid him down. Crawling where the hair was thin. ³I didn¶t have any luck. somebody would have to kill his other bull. They were going to cut off his coleta. his hand warm from the bull blood. Someone grabbed him and held him.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN There was the bull standing. He could not hear his voice. Four fingers and his thumb into the bull. There was an electric light in his eyes. Manuel felt tired. He sat down again. He looked at the bull going down slowly over on his side. standing blocked at the gate as the mules came in.´ Manuel lay back. It was the bull. The doctor stepped back. I was joking. They had cut away all his shirt. That was it. There was Retana. All right. He was very. The bull lurched with him as he lay on. He looked down for the muleta. Manuel could not hear it.´ Zurito said. Then he did not hear it. They took the thing away from his face.´ Manuel said weakly.´ Manuel said. ³You couldn¶t do a thing like that. He was not going to die.´ Retana looked at Zurito and started for the door. and he was on top of the bull. Somebody came and pushed him up. Right up to the guard. ³I won¶t do it. Holding up the scissors. but he started to cough. Zurito said something to him. Zurito stood beside the table.

³You were going great. Manuel opened his eyes and looked at Zurito. Manos?´ he asked.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN Retana shrugged his shoulders. watching. 24 . ³Wasn¶t I going good. Zurito stood awkwardly.´ The doctor¶s assistant put the cone over Manuel¶s face and he inhaled deeply. ³Sure. for confirmation.´ said Zurito.

There was a choice of three bridges. but they were long. the greatest fencer in Italy.´ said the major. On one of them a woman sold roasted chestnuts. and one had intended to be a soldier. ³An industrial accident. and sat in the machines that were to make so much difference. Always. The people hated us because we were officers. Two of the ways were alongside canals. captain-doctor?´ He had been a very great fencer and. There was much game hanging outside the shops. We walked the short way through the communist quarter because we were four together. The doctor said: ³That will all pass. which was between two leather straps that bounced up and down and flapped the stiff fingers.´ My knee did not bend and the leg dropped straight from the knee to the ankle without a calf. and from a wine shop someone would call out. and there we met every afternoon and were all very polite and interested in what was the matter. It was a cold fall and the wind came down from the mountains. and it was pleasant along the streets looking in the windows. very interesting. There were three boys who came each day who were about the same age I was. The hospital was very old and very beautiful. sometimes we walked back together to the Café Cova. but we did not go to it any more. though. The doctor came up to the machine where I was sitting and said: ³What did you like best to do before the war? Did you practice a sport?´ I said: ³Yes. ³A wound?´ he asked. before it had taken a machine course. and the machine was to bend the knee and make it move as in riding a tricycle.´ ³Good. standing in front of her charcoal fire. before the war. They were all three from Milan. Then the electric lights came on. Beyond the old hospital were the new brick pavilions. and small birds blew in the wind and the wind turned their feathers.´ the major said. The doctor went to his office in the back room and brought a photograph which showed a hand that had been withered almost as small as the major¶s. and said: ³And will I too play football.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN IN ANOTHER COUNTRY IN the fall the war was always there. ³You will be able to play football again better than ever. It was cold in the fall in Milan and the dark came very early. which was next door to the Scala.´ In the next machine was a major who had a little hand like a baby¶s. and the snow powdered in the fur of the foxes and the wind blew their tails. You are a fortunate young man. and the chestnuts were warm afterward in your pocket. and handed it back to the doctor. We were all at the hospital every afternoon. and you entered through a gate and walked across a courtyard and out of a gate on the other side. and one of them was to be a lawyer. and after was a little larger. and there were different ways of walking across the town through the dusk to the hospital. There were usually funerals starting from the courtyard.´ the doctor said. ³You have confidence?´ ³No. ³Very interesting. He winked at me when the doctor examined his hand. football. But it did not bend yet.´ he said. and instead the machine lurched when it came to the bending part. You will play football again like a champion. you crossed a bridge across a canal to enter the hospital. ³A basso gli ufficiali!´ as we 25 . and after we were finished with the machines. The major held the photograph with his good hand and looked at it very carefully. and one was to be a painter. It was warm. The deer hung stiff and heavy and empty.

and sometimes having to walk into the street when the men and women would crowd together on the sidewalk so that we would have had to jostle them to get by. I was a friend. which were written in very beautiful language and full of fratellanza and abnegazione.´ the major said. afraid to die and wondering how I would be when I went back to the front again. He had gone out to the front from the military academy and been wounded within an hour after he had gone into the front line for the first time. The three with the medals were like hunting-hawks. and sometimes. But this was a long time ago. I showed them the papers. with the adjectives removed. everything was so easy to say. ³Why. although I was their friend against outsiders. because he would never know how he would have turned out. the people who disliked us. the three. and I was not a hawk. He went to South America and worked in a bank. and spent much time while we sat in the machines correcting my grammar. so he could never be accepted either. After that their manner changed a little toward me. We ourselves all understood the Cova. but that we were not going to it any more. but walking home at night through the empty streets with the cold wind and all the shops closed. He had lived a very long time with death and was a little detached. where it was rich and warm and not too brightly lighted. yes. and noisy and smoky at certain hours. I knew that I would never have done such things. The girls at the Cova were very patriotic. We all had the same medals. they. He had complimented me on how I spoke Italian. ³Ah. I would imagine myself having done all the things they had done to get their medals. after the cocktail hour. who had been the great fencer. The major. and then we did not any of us know how it was going to be afterwards. and I found that the most patriotic people in Italy were the café girls²and I believe they are still patriotic. and I liked him because I thought perhaps he would not have turned out to be a hawk either. I had been wounded. and we talked together very easily. we felt held together by there being something that had happened that they. did not understand. did not believe in bravery. as we walked to the Cova through the tough part of the town. but we all knew that being wounded. Although. but which really said. and often lay in bed at night by myself. was really an accident. The boys at first were very polite about my medals and asked me what I had done to get them. do you not take up the use of grammar? So we took up the use 26 . but I was never really one of them after they had read the citations. with light and singing coming out of the wine shops. One day I had said that Italian seemed such an easy language to me that I could not take a great interest in it. I was never ashamed of the ribbons. though. after all. and there were always girls at the tables and the illustrated papers on a rack on the wall. knew better and so we drifted apart. that I had been given the medals because I was an American. They rebuilt his face. because it had been different with them and they had done very different things to get their medals. and there was nothing that held us together except that we met every afternoon at the hospital. We only knew then that there was always the war. but he came from a very old family and they could never get the nose exactly right. walking in the dark. it was true. trying to keep near the street lights. although I might seem a hawk to those who had never hunted. Another boy who walked with us sometimes and made us five wore a black silk handkerchief across his face because he had no nose then and his face was to be rebuilt. We were all a little detached. The tall boy with a very pale face who was to be a lawyer had been a lieutenant of Arditi and had three medals of the sort we each had only one of. and he had not been at the front long enough to get any medals. and I was very much afraid to die. except the boy with the black silk bandage across his face.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN passed. But I stayed good friends with the boy who had been wounded his first day at the front. then.

on the shoulder with his good hand. and he was a fool to have bothered with me. ³But why should he necessarily lose it?´ ³He¶ll lose it. and patted me.´ ³Oh²´ I said. Then he began to cry. ³If he is to lose everything. Then I heard him ask the doctor if he might use his telephone and he shut the door. ³What will you do when the war is over if it is over?´ he asked me. looking at nothing. he should not place himself in a position to lose that. like another´. I do not think he ever missed a day.´ ³The more of a fool you are. ³Come and turn this damned thing off. He was looking at the wall. ³Don¶t argue with me!´ Then he called to the attendant who ran the machines. ³A man must not marry.´ He went back into the other room for the light treatment and the massage. ³I am so sorry.´ he almost shouted. When he came back into the room. When he came back.´ he said and choked.´ the major said. The doctor told me that the major¶s wife.´ ³Why. he walked past the machines and out of the door. There was a time when none of us believed in the machines. had died of pneumonia. He should not place himself in a position to lose. wearing a black band on the sleeve of his uniform. In front of the machine the major used were three photographs of hands like his that were completely restored. The machines were new then and it was we who were to prove them. He was a small man and he sat straight up in his chair with his right hand thrust into the machine and looked straight ahead at the wall while the straps thumped up and down with his fingers in them.´ he said. he said. And then crying. ³I would not be rude. feeling sick for him.´ ³Are you married?´ ³No. He should find things he cannot lose. My wife has just died. and one day the major said it was all nonsense.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN of grammar. It was an idiotic idea.´ he said. I do not know where the doctor got 27 . and he came directly toward my machine and put his arm on my shoulder. I was sitting in another machine.´ he said angrily. The major came very regularly to the hospital. and he said I was a stupid impossible disgrace. He cannot marry. but I hope to be. Signor Maggiore?´ ³Don¶t call me µSignor Maggiore¶. ³He¶ll lose it.´ ³Why must not a man marry?´ ³He cannot marry. carrying himself straight and soldierly. ³a theory. ³I am utterly unable to resign myself. No one expected her to die. and soon Italian was such a difficult language that I was afraid to talk to him until I had the grammar straight in my mind. and looked straight ahead while he talked. ³It is very difficult.´ he said. The major did not come to the hospital for three days. ³I am so sorry. of all sorts of wounds before and after they had been cured by the machines. She had been sick only a few days.´ He stood there biting his lower lip. his head up. there were large framed photographs around the wall. who was very young and whom he had not married until he was definitely invalided out of the war. ³Speak grammatically!´ ³I will go to the States. He was wearing his cape and had his cap on. Then he came at the usual hour.´ He looked straight past me and out through the window. I had not learned my grammar. Then he looked down at the machine and jerked his little hand out from between the straps and slapped it hard against his thigh. ³I cannot resign myself. You must forgive me. although I am sure he did not believe in the machines. with tears on both his cheeks and biting his lips.´ He spoke very angrily and bitterly. He seemed very angry.

28 . I always understood we were the first to use the machines.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN them. The photographs did not make much difference to the major because he only looked out of the window.

´ ³With water?´ ³Do you want it with water?´ ³I don¶t know. to keep out flies. Two big ones.´ ³Yes. It¶s a drink.´ the man said into the curtain. ³What does it say?´ ³Anis del Toro.´ ³We want two Anis del Toros.´ she said. On this side there was no shade and no trees and the station was between two lines of rails in the sun. She put the felt pads and the beer glasses on the table and looked at the man and the girl.´ ³It tastes like liquorice. ³That¶s the way with everything. I was having a fine time.´ 29 .´ The woman brought two glasses of beer and two felt pads. ³They¶ve painted something on it.´ ³You want them with water?´ asked the woman. ³Everything tastes of liquorice. cut it out. ³Four reales. The woman came out from the bar.´ ³Well.´ The girl looked at the bead curtain.´ ³Dos cervezas. made of strings of bamboo beads. ³I¶ve never seen one.´ ³I might have. It was very hot and the express from Barcelona would come in forty minutes.´ she said. ³Is it good with water?´ ³It¶s all right. outside the building.´ said the girl. ³Let¶s drink beer. like absinthe.´ the girl said and put the glass down. let¶s try and have a fine time. I was trying. She had taken off her hat and put it on the table. ³I was being amused.´ ³Oh.´ the girl said. The American and the girl with him sat at a table in the shade. They were white in the sun and the country was brown and dry.´ ³You started it. hung across the open door into the bar. ³They look like white elephants.´ the man said. Especially all the things you¶ve waited so long for. Wasn¶t that bright?´ ³That was bright.´ ³Could we try it?´ The man called ³Listen´ through the curtain. Close against the side of the station there was the warm shadow of the building and a curtain.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN HILLS LIKE WHITE ELEPHANTS THE hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white.´ ³All right.´ the man said.´ The man drank his beer. It stopped at this junction for two minutes and went on to Madrid. ³No. with water.´ the girl said. ³What should we drink?´ the girl asked. The girl was looking off at the line of hills. ³Big ones?´ a woman asked from the doorway. ³Yes. ³Yes. I said the mountains looked like white elephants. ³It¶s pretty hot. ³Just because you say I wouldn¶t have doesn¶t prove anything. you wouldn¶t have.

´ ³So have I. But I don¶t want you to do it if you don¶t really want to. isn¶t it²look at things and try new drinks?´ ³I guess so. ³I¶ll go with you and I¶ll stay with you all the time. You don¶t have to be afraid. That¶s all we do. I wouldn¶t have you do it if you didn¶t want to. It¶s really not anything.´ ³Oh. ³It¶s not really an operation at all.´ ³Well. Jig. But I know it¶s perfectly simple.´ the man said.´ The girl looked at the ground the table legs rested on. It¶s just to let the air in. I¶ve known lots of people that have done it. I just meant the coloring of their skin through the trees.´ The warm wind blew the bead curtain against the table. I love it now but I just can¶t think about it.´ ³I know. and you¶ll like it?´ ³I¶ll love it.´ she said. ³They don¶t really look like white elephants. Far away. yes. ³It¶s lovely. ³And you think then we¶ll be all right and be happy. I care about you.´ The girl looked at the bead curtain. 30 . And I¶ll do it and then everything will be fine.´ ³Then I¶ll do it. ³They¶re lovely hills.´ the man said.´ ³I know we will. The shadow of a cloud moved across the field of grain and she saw the river through the trees. Just like we were before. ³The beer¶s nice and cool. But if I do it.´ ³What do you mean?´ ³I don¶t care about me.´ said the girl. Because I don¶t care about me.´ The girl looked across at the hills. on the other side. Across.´ ³Well. were fields of grain and trees along the banks of the Ebro. ³It¶s really an awfully simple operation. ³I know you wouldn¶t mind it. They just let the air in and then it¶s all perfectly natural.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³I wanted to try this new drink.´ ³What makes you think so?´ ³That¶s the only thing that bothers us. ³if you don¶t want to you don¶t have to. put her hand out and took hold of two of the strings of beads. You know how I get when I worry.´ ³And you really want to?´ ³I think it¶s the best thing to do. ³And afterward they were all so happy. Jig.´ ³And if I do it you¶ll be happy and things will be like they were and you¶ll love me?´ ³I love you now. It¶s the one thing that¶s made us unhappy. But I don¶t care about me.´ the man said.´ ³Then what will we do afterwards?´ ³We¶ll be fine afterwards. beyond the river. were mountains.´ ³I don¶t want you to do it if you feel that way.´ The girl did not say anything. then it will be nice again if I say things are like white elephants.´ ³If I do it you won¶t ever worry?´ ³I won¶t worry about that because it¶s perfectly simple. You know I love you.´ the girl said.´ The girl stood up and walked to the end of the station.´ ³Should we have another drink?´ ³All right.

It isn¶t ours any more. But you¶ve got to realize²´ ³I realize. we can¶t. he walked through the bar-room. we can¶t.´ ³But they haven¶t taken it away.´ ³No. ³You¶ve got to realize.´ he said.´ the girl said.´ ³No.´ ³I¶ll scream.´ she said.´ ³I don¶t want you to do anything that you don¶t want to do²´ ³Nor that isn¶t good for me. ³And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible. ³But I don¶t want you to. ³You mustn¶t feel that way.´ ³It¶s all right for you to say that. to thank her.´ ³We can go everywhere. ³I just know things. we can¶t. I¶m perfectly willing to go through with it if it means anything to you.´ ³Of course it does.´ he said. you know it¶s perfectly simple. And once they take it away.´ the man said.´ The girl smiled brightly at the woman. There were labels on them from all the hotels where they had spent nights.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³And we could have all this.´ ³I don¶t feel any way.´ ³We can have everything.´ ³Yes.´ she said.´ ³Would you do something for me now?´ ³I¶d do anything for you. She smiled at him. He looked up the tracks but could not see the train. ³That the train is coming in five minutes. The woman came out through the curtains with two glasses of beer and put them down on the damp felt pads.´ he said. it isn¶t.´ ³No.´ ³We¶ll wait and see. I don¶t want anyone else.´ she said. ³that I don¶t want you to do it if you don¶t want to. you never get it back. ³I don¶t care anything about it.´ the girl said. ³Can¶t we maybe stop talking?´ They sat down at the table and the girl looked across at the hills on the dry side of the valley and the man looked at her and at the table.´ ³Doesn¶t it mean anything to you? We could get along. But I don¶t want anybody but you.´ the girl said.´ ³No.´ ³What did you say?´ ³I said we could have everything. ³I¶d better take the bags over to the other side of the station. Coming back. ³What did she say?´ asked the girl. ³I know.´ ³Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?´ He did not say anything but looked at the bags against the wall of the station.´ ³We can have the whole world. ³All right. Then come back and we¶ll finish the beer. 31 . ³The train comes in five minutes. Could we have another beer?´ ³All right. And I know it¶s perfectly simple. but I do know it.´ ³Come on back in the shade.´ ³It¶s ours.´ He picked up the two heavy bags and carried them around the station to the other tracks.

They were all waiting reasonably for the train.´ 32 . ³Do you feel better?´ he asked.´ she said. ³I feel fine. He went out through the bead curtain. He drank an Anis at the bar and looked at the people.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN where people waiting for the train were drinking. ³There¶s nothing wrong with me. She was sitting at the table and smiled at him. I feel fine.

Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN THE KILLERS THE door of Henry¶s lunch-room opened and two men came in. or a steak.´ the first man said.´ said the other man. From the other end of the counter Nick Adams watched them. ³It¶s twenty minutes fast.´ said the friend. ginger-ale. He was about the same size as Al. ³I¶ll have a roast pork tenderloin with apple sauce and mashed potatoes. 33 .´ George said. ³I don¶t know.´ ³Give me chicken croquettes with green peas and cream sauce and mashed potatoes.´ ³You¶re a pretty bright boy. to hell with the clock. His face was small and white and he had tight lips.´ ³Oh.´ one of the men said. ³It¶s five o¶clock. ³I don¶t know what I want to eat.´ ³That¶s the dinner.´ the man called Al said.´ ³That¶s right. ³It isn¶t ready yet.´ George said.´ ³Everything we want¶s the dinner.´ Outside it was getting dark. aren¶t you?´ ³Sure. liver and bacon. ³I mean you got anything to drink?´ ³Just those I said.´ his friend said. but they were dressed like twins. ³What have you got to eat?´ ³I can give you any kind of sandwiches.´ the second man said.´ ³Ever hear of it?´ Al asked his friend. The street light came on outside the window.´ ³This is a hot town. ³They eat the dinner. ³No. ³What do they call it?´ ³Summit.´ ³The clock says twenty minutes past five. Their faces were different. ³They all come here and eat the big dinner. He had been talking to George when they came in. The two men at the counter read the menu. ³You can get that at six o¶clock.´ the first man said. bevo.´ ³I can give you ham and eggs.´ said the other. ³So you think that¶s right?´ Al asked George. ³What do you do here nights?´ Al asked. liver²´ ³I¶ll take ham and eggs. They sat leaning forward. ³You can have ham and eggs. Al?´ ³I don¶t know. He wore a silk muffler and gloves. ³Give me bacon and eggs. eh?´ That¶s the way you work it. ³What¶s yours?´ George asked them.´ ³What the hell do you put it on the card for?´ ³That¶s the dinner.´ said Al. bacon and eggs. ³Sure. their elbows on the counter. They sat down at the counter.´ George looked at the clock on the wall behind the counter.´ George said. bacon and eggs. ³What do you want to eat. He wore a derby hat and a black overcoat buttoned across the chest.´ George explained. Both wore overcoats too tight for them. ³Got anything to drink?´ Al asked. ³Silver beer.´ said George.

´ ³What¶s the idea?´ ³Tell him to come in. ³He thinks it¶s all right. ³Sam. bright boy. ³You don¶t have to laugh at all. ³There isn¶t any idea. ³Come in here a minute. ³What¶s the bright boy¶s name down the counter?´ Al asked Max.´ Al said to him. ³None of your damn business.´ Max said to him. ³What are you looking at?´ Max looked at George. Max?´ ³The town¶s full of bright boys. ³Nothing. The two men at the counter took a look at him. George put down two platters.´ ³Oh.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Well.´ Max said. nigger.´ Max said. ³What¶s the idea?´ George asked. Both men ate with their gloves on. ³What the hell do you argue with this kid for? Listen. ³All right.´ he called. ³Is he.´ ³What do you mean the nigger?´ ³The nigger that cooks.´ The door of the kitchen opened and the nigger came in.´ Al said. ³Do we look silly?´ ³You talk silly.´ ³What¶s the idea?´ Nick asked. ³So he thinks it¶s all right. ³You don¶t have to laugh.´ ³Tell him to come in.´ Al said. You stand right there.´ Al said.´ said Al.´ Max turned to Al. That¶s a good one. see?´ ³All right. the man called Max said. he¶s a thinker.´ Max said to Nick. ³Don¶t you remember?´ ³Ham and eggs. on the counter. George laughed. Use your head. George watched them eat.´ he said to George. bright boy. You were looking at me. ³Which is yours?´ he asked Al. 34 .´ ³Where do you think you are?´ ³We know damn well where we are. ³tell the nigger to come out here. the other of bacon and eggs.´ ³The hell you were. Al?´ ³He¶s dumb.´ said the other little man. ³You go around on the other side of the counter with your boy friend. What would we do to a nigger?´ George opened the slip that opened back into the kitchen. He turned to Nick. ³Hey. ³Who¶s out in the kitchen?´ ³The nigger. Nick went around behind the counter. ³What¶s your name?´ ³Adams.´ said George. He leaned forward and took the ham and eggs.´ Al said. bright boy.´ ³Another bright boy.´ Al said. He set down two side dishes of fried potatoes and closed the wicket into the kitchen. one of ham and eggs. ³What was it?´ he asked. ³Ain¶t he a bright boy. They went on eating. you¶re not.´ ³You better go around.´ ³Just a bright boy.´ Al said.´ ³What are you going to do to him?´ ³Nothing.´ ³Maybe the boy meant it for a joke Max..

³I¶ll tell you. ³What are you going to kill him for.´ Al said from the kitchen. That¶s where you were. Just to oblige a friend. Don¶t I. looking into the mirror. bright boy?´ ³You talk too damn much. bright boy.´ ³You never know. nigger. sir.´ ³Why don¶t you tell him?´ Al¶s voice came from the kitchen. Max. I got them tied up like a couple of girl friends in the convent. ³And he¶s only going to see us once. ³I¶m going back to the kitchen with the nigger and bright boy. ³Talk about something else. back into the kitchen.´ ³I can hear you. You move a little to the left. the cook.´ Max called.´ 35 .´ he said. the nigger.´ he said from the kitchen to George. He didn¶t look at George but looked in the mirror that ran along back of the counter. ³Well. ³What do you think¶s going to happen?´ George did not say anything.´ Al said from the kitchen. The door shut after them. He never even seen us.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN Sam. ³Yes. ³Listen. don¶t he?´ ³Sometimes he comes here.´ ³Shut up. ³bright boy wants to know what it¶s all about. The man called Max sat at the counter opposite George. ³why don¶t you say something?´ ³What¶s it all about?´ ³Hey. bright boy.´ He was like a photographer arranging for a group picture. bright boy. bright boy says he wouldn¶t say what he thinks it¶s all about. ³Stand a little further along the bar.´ ³You ought to go to the movies more. He had propped open the slit that dishes passed through into the kitchen with a catsup bottle. Al.´ ³You were in a kosher convent. Al got down from his stool.´ Max said.´ he said.´ ³What are you going to kill Ole Andreson for? What did he ever do to you?´ ³He never had a chance to do anything to us.´ ³Well. Ever go to the movies?´ ³Once in a while.´ Max said.´ said Al from the kitchen. ³I wouldn¶t say.´ Max said. ³We¶re killing him for a friend. bright boy.´ ³I suppose you were in a convent.´ ³We know all that.´ ³What do you think?´ Max looked into the mirror all the time he was talking.´ Max said. The movies are fine for a bright boy like you. ³You talk too goddam much. looked at the two men sitting at the counter. don¶t he?´ ³If he comes. bright boy.´ ³Hey.´ ³He comes in here to eat every night. ³What do you think it¶s all about?´ ³I don¶t know. ³Talk to me. bright boy. standing in his apron.´ ³He comes here at six o¶clock. ³Go back to the kitchen. ³The nigger and my bright boy are amused by themselves. Henry¶s had been made over from a saloon into a lunch-counter. ³We¶re going to kill a Swede. Do you know a big Swede named Ole Andreson?´ ³Yes.´ The little man walked after Nick and Sam.´ Al said. You go with him. I got to keep bright boy amused. all right. Al. then?´ George asked.

´ George looked up at the clock. ³If anybody comes in you tell them the cook is off. ³Hello. pass under the arc-light. ³Why the hell don¶t you get another cook?´ the man asked.´ Al said.´ said Max. We¶re through with it.´ ³He knew I¶d blow his head off. ³It ain¶t that. Bright boy is nice.´ ³I don¶t like it. Do you get that.´ Max said. George had cooked the sandwich. The hands of the clock marked seven o¶clock. He came out from the kitchen. Ole Andreson. bright boy. you tell them you¶ll go back and cook yourself. ³No.´ Max said. bright boy?´ ³All right. George. bright boy. all the same. Inside the kitchen he saw Al. ³What you going to do with us afterwards?´ ³That¶ll depend.´ ³You think so?´ ³Sure.´ the motorman said. ³We better go. Nick and the cook were back to back in the corner. ³That¶s one of those things you never know at the time.´ Al said from the kitchen. Once George had gone out to the kitchen and made a ham-and-egg sandwich µto go¶ that a man wanted to take with him. ³You ought to play the races. through the window.´ George said.´ ³Better give him five minutes.´ Max said. bright boy. brought it in. ³Bright boy can do everything.´ ³I¶d better go up the street.´ he said to George. and then five minutes past seven.´ ³That¶s the truth. The cut-off barrels of the shotgun made a slight bulge under the waist of his too tight-fitting overcoat. In the five minutes a man came in. I like him. ³What about the two bright boys and the nigger?´ ³They¶re all right. He¶s a nice boy. George watched them. isn¶t going to come. The door from the street opened. his derby hat tilted back. haven¶t we?´ ³You talk too much. It was a quarter past six. ³He¶ll be back in about half an hour. He straightened his coat with his gloved hands. ³That was nice.´ said Al. and the man had paid for it and gone out.´ Max said. ³He can cook and everything.´ Max said.´ At six-fifty-five George said: ³He¶s not coming. ³Aren¶t you running a lunchcounter?´ He went out. ³Come on. what the hell. George looked at the clock. Al. ³We got to keep amused. You talk too much. bright boy.´ Max said.´ The two of them went out of the door. It was twenty minutes past six.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN George looked up at the clock. ³We¶ll give him ten minutes. and if they keep after it. Al. ³Your friend.´ George said.´ he said. ³So long. and George explained that the cook was sick.´ ³Yes?´ George said. sitting on a stool beside the wicket with the muzzle of a sawedoff shotgun resting on the ledge. ³You¶re a regular little gentleman. He¶s not coming. ³Can I get supper?´ ³Sam¶s gone out. ³Come on. A street-car motorman came in.´ Al said from the kitchen. and cross the street.´ said Max. wrapped it up in oiled paper. a towel tied in each of their mouths. In their tight overcoats and derby hats they looked like a 36 .´ said Max.´ ³Oh. ³You got a lot of luck. ³It¶s sloppy. Max watched the mirror and the clock. put it in a bag.´ Two other people had been in the lunch-room. You¶d make some girl a nice wife.

´ the cook said.´ George said to Nick. the cook. ³You better stay way out of it.´ ³Come in.´ Nick opened the door and went into the room.´ The cook felt the corners of his mouth with his thumbs. Three houses up the street was Hirsch¶s rooming-house.´ ³You better not have anything to do with it at all. Ole Andreson was lying on the bed with all his clothes on.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN vaudeville team.´ Nick followed the woman up a flight of stairs and back to the end of the corridor.´ 37 . Nick walked up the two steps and pushed the bell. He did not look at Nick. and they said they were going to kill you. He had never had a towel in his mouth before.´ It sounded silly when he said it.´ said Sam.´ George said to Nick. ³I don¶t want any more of that. ³What the hell?´ He was trying to swagger it off. ³They were going to shoot him when he came in to eat.´ ³I don¶t like it. Ole Andreson said nothing.´ Sam. A woman came to the door. ³They¶re gone now. ³He lives up at Hirsch¶s rooming-house.´ Nick said to George. ³Little boys always know what they want to do. ³Say. ³They all gone?´ he asked.´ Nick said.´ ³I¶ll go see him.´ ³Don¶t go if you don¶t want to. ³They put us out in the kitchen. ³I don¶t want any more of that. She knocked on the door. Mr. the cook. Nick walked up the street beside the car-tracks and turned at the next arc-light down a side-street. said. George went back through the swinging-door into the kitchen and untied Nick and the cook. He had been a heavyweight prize-fighter and he was too long for the bed. ³You stay out of it. ³I¶ll go up there.´ he said. if he¶s in. ³Yeah.´ Nick stood up.´ ³All right.´ said George. ³They were going to shoot you when you came in to supper.´ said the cook. Andreson.´ George said. ³What was it?´ he asked.´ Outside. ³They were going to kill Ole Andreson. ³I don¶t like any of it at all.´ the woman said. ³It¶s Nick Adams. the arc-light shone through the bare branches of a tree.´ George said. ³Who is it?´ ³It¶s somebody to see you. ³Where does he live?´ The cook turned away.´ he said. ³You better go see Ole Andreson.´ ³Ole Andreson?´ ³Sure. He lay with his head on two pillows. ³I was up at Henry¶s.´ ³Listen.´ Nick went on. ³Mixing up in this ain¶t going to get you anywhere. ³Is Ole Andreson here?´ ³Do you want to see him?´ ³Yes. ³and two fellows came in and tied up me and the cook.

´ ³I don¶t want to know what they were like. you ought to go out and take a walk on a nice fall day like this. George was inside.´ ³He doesn¶t want to go out.´ the landlady said downstairs. I said to him: µMr. ³The only thing is. Andreson.´ Nick said. Nick walked up the dark street to the corner under the arc-light. Mrs. I been in here all day.´ ³Isn¶t there something I could do?´ ³No.´ 38 .´ Ole Andresen rolled over towards the wall.´ He talked in the same flat voice. ³I¶m through with all that running around.´ ³I¶m sorry he don¶t feel well. ³So long. ³He¶s in his room and he won¶t go out.´ Nick said.´ Ole Andreson said.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN Ole Andresen looked at the wall and did not say anything. good-night. Mrs.´ Ole Andreson said. lying on the bed looking at the wall.´ he said.¶ but he didn¶t feel like it. ³He¶s been in his room all day. ³I guess he don¶t feel well. ³Don¶t you want me to go and see the police?´ ³No. As he shut the door he saw Ole Andreson with all his clothes on.´ Nick went out.´ ³Well. Hirsch´ the woman said. It ain¶t just a bluff.´ ³You¶d never know it except from the way his face is.´ said Nick. ³Thanks for coming to tell me about it.´ ³Well.´ ³Couldn¶t you fix it up some way?´ ³No. After a while I¶ll make up my mind to go out.´ ³Maybe it was just a bluff.´ ³There isn¶t anything I can do about it.´ the woman said. ³I¶ll tell you what they were like. ³There ain¶t anything to do now. ³I just can¶t make up my mind to go out.´ ³That¶s all right.´ ³No. I¶m Mrs. talking towards the wall. I got in wrong.´ Ole Andresen said.´ said Ole Andreson.´ ³I know it. Bell. He looked at the wall. you know. ³She owns the place. They stood talking just inside the street door. Bell. There ain¶t anything to do.´ Ole Andresen said. He did not look towards Nick.´ Nick said.´ He looked at the wall.´ Nick looked at the big man lying on the bed.´ ³I better go back and see George. ³Good-night.´ the woman said. back of the counter. ³There ain¶t anything to do. ³That wouldn¶t do any good. ³He¶s an awfully nice man. and then along the car-tracks to Henry¶s eating-house.´ ³Couldn¶t you get out of town?´ ³No. ³Thanks for coming around.´ the woman said. ³He¶s just as gentle. good-night. ³Did you see Ole?´ ³Yes. ³George thought I¶d better come and tell you about it. I just look after it for her. ³I¶m not Mrs. He was in the ring. Hirsch.

´ Nick said.´ ³Well.´ ³I can¶t stand to think about him waiting in the room and knowing he¶s going to get it.´ ³It¶s an awful thing. ³Sure. ³Double-crossed somebody. but he knows what it¶s all about. ³Yes.´ ³What¶s he going to do?´ ³Nothing. George reached down for a towel and wiped the counter.´ 39 . ³It¶s a hell of a thing. ³I wonder what he did?´ Nick said.´ ³They¶ll kill him. I told him.´ ³He must have got mixed up in something in Chicago. ³That¶s a good thing to do.´ ³I guess so.´ said George.´ ³I¶m going to get out of this town.´ said Nick.´ he said and shut the door.´ ³I guess they will.´ said George. ³Did you tell him about it?´ George asked. That¶s what they kill them for. ³I don¶t even listen to it. It¶s too damned awful.´ Nick said. ³you better not think about it. They did not say anything.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN The cook opened the door from the kitchen when he heard Nick¶s voice.

³Look after this. and the walls of the houses were stained a metallic blue-green by the spray vapor. The grinding stopped. with both Guy¶s feet on the first-speed pedal.´ I said.´ ³Well. went through the scrub woods and through villages. and in the new quiet there was a great churning bubbling in the 40 .´ ³Oh. The pear trees had been sprayed. above our suitcases. up and up.´ ³Should we take him?´ I asked Guy. ³Maybe he¶ll get enough of it. It was Sunday and the road. ³There are only two places. We came down from the pass through wooded country.´ he said. Below were the hills with oak and chestnut trees. he¶d leave us if we blew out. and a young man carrying a suitcase came up to the car and asked us to take him in to Spezia. the engine was grinding. back and forth. in their Sunday clothes. and in the streets the men. ³That we could start. Outside the villages there were fields with vines. The road followed a river. ³How do you think he likes it out there?´ Guy was looking up the road. I don¶t mind him. the road had left the river to climb. and far away below was the sea. Against the walls of some of the houses there were pear trees.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN CHE TI DICE LA PATRIA? THE road of the pass was hard and smooth and not yet dusty in the early morning. twenty kilometers above Spezia. There were small clearings around the villages where the vines grew. It was bright and cold and the air came through the open windshield. ³You can start. The young man handed in a parcel through the window.´ Guy said²³except the way he leans out on the turns. The young man projected from the side of the car like the figurehead of a ship. the radiator was boiling. ³He wouldn¶t get his traveling clothes dirty. but always dropping away from the altitude of the pass. and climbed up on the running-board on the lefthand side of the car. I must go to Spezia. there was a crowd in the square. rising and falling. The houses were white.´ ³That makes nothing.´ The woods were gone. ³That¶s the side our bum tire¶s on. and. Across the river were mountains. and they are occupied.´ Guy said. finally.´ Guy said.´ ³Isn¶t he nice?´ Guy said. ³I will ride on the outside. Two men tied his suitcase on the back of the car. He had turned his coat collar up and pulled his hat down and his nose looked cold in the wind. In a village. ³What did he say?´ Guy asked me. holding on inside.´ he said. their branches candelabraed against the white walls. He waved with his free hand. There were bags of charcoal piled beside the road. The fields were brown and the vines coarse and thick. his right arm through the open window. The sun was taking the frost out of the grass. His view out of his side of the car was blocked by our guest. He shook hands with every one.´ ³You will be uncomfortable. and then the woods. the young man looked annoyedly and suspiciously at the steam and rusty water. and up. ³He seems to be going anyway. and through the trees we saw charcoal-burners¶ huts. We had an old Ford coupé. explained that to a Fascist and a man as used to traveling as himself there was no discomfort.´ I said. The crowd waved. out level. On the other side were snowy mountains. were playing bowls.

Across from us. ³How much do I owe you?´ ³Nothing. I waved my hand at him. ³Well.´ I said.´ ³The great Italian sense. On the walls of the houses were stenciled eye-bugging portraits of Mussolini. A woman standing in the doorway of one smiled at us and we crossed the street and went in. His hair was pomaded and shining and he was very smartly dressed and clean-cut looking. the double V in black paint with drippings of paint down the wall. ³It¶s his sense of self-preservation. He sat there neither eating nor drinking. ³Then thanks.´ said Guy. all of which you formerly said in Italy to a man when he handed you a timetable or explained about a direction. We stopped opposite two restaurant signs. Spezia spread below along the sea. Further back. a young man in a blue suit was writing at a table. We noticed that she wore nothing under her house dress. steaks. ³Let¶s eat somewhere simple. ³That¶s a young man that will go a long way in Italy. Side-streets went down to the harbor. and through the window where vegetables. The two restaurants were side by side.´ I said to Guy. ³My package.¶ or µthank you very much¶. The girl who took our 41 . The stone paving had been sprinkled and there were damp stretches in the dust. The road descended with short. Our guest put his head in the window. The young man uttered the lowest form of the word µthanks¶ and looked after us suspiciously as Guy started the car.´ A MEAL IN SPEZIA We came into Spezia looking for a place to eat. at the side of the road. The street was wide and the houses high and yellow. It was bright and the people were all out for Sunday. and chops were arranged in a showcase. with hand-painted ³vivas´.´ he said. ³he went twenty kilometers with us. at another table. A girl came and took our order and another girl stood in the doorway. barely rounded turns. Our guest hung out on the turns and nearly pulled the top-heavy car over. He was too dignified to reply. through deep dust.´ ³Why not?´ ³I don¶t know. so you won¶t get into trouble carrying passengers. not µthank you. sat a sailor. ³I stop here.´ ³The greatest Italian sense. We were at the top of the last range above Spezia and the sea. or µthank you a thousand times¶.´ Guy said. The road flattened outside the town. He reached in his pocket.´ I said to Guy. the dust powdering the olive trees. It was dark inside and at the back of the room three girls were sitting at a table with an old woman. went to the back of the car and untied the suitcase.´ ³Stop it.´ I handed him the package. We went on into Spezia. The light came through the doorway. ³You can¶t tell him not to. The young man got down.´ the young man said. ³I want to stop.´ I said to Guy. We were standing across the street and I was buying the papers.´ We came down around curves. fruit.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN radiator. We went close to the curb to avoid a train. We slowed up. We followed the tram-track into the centre of town.

³you wanted to eat at some place simple. ³Tell her we are very ill.´ I said. It was very cold and firmed.´ she said.´ said Guy. ³Are you Germans?´ ³South Germans. ³The South Germans are a gentle. This is a restaurant. ³You are a beautiful boy.´ I said to Guy.´ I said proudly. ³Do I have to let her put her arm around my neck?´ ³Certainly. ³You are talking about Spezia. as warm wax can be smoothed. She leaned forward against the table and put her hands on her breasts and smiled. I¶m just your interpreter. A curtain hung over it. She put it on the table and brought a bottle of red wine and sat down at the table.´ she said.´ ³Spezia. ³Will you get us out of here?´ ³You are quarreling. ³old South Germans. ³He adores you. There were three girls in all. however. and they all took turns going and standing in the doorway. ³Potsdam. ³I don¶t want to have to leave you here too. Spezia¶s a lovely place. ³Who says so?´ Guy asked. ³Tell him he is mine. Guy is thirty-eight and takes some pride in the fact that he is taken for a traveling salesman in France. The charm of the good side had been enhanced by some event which had smoothed the other side of her nose in.´ ³Where do you come from?´ asked the lady. ³Speak to the lady in your native tongue. ³What¶s the mechanics of this place?´ Guy asked.´ 42 .´ ³Ich spreche Deutsch. ³Spezia is my home and Italy is my country.´ I told him. ³Well. ³But he doesn¶t speak Italian. Guy. ³You like me?´ she asked Guy.´ ³She says that Italy is her country. ³you or her?´ ³She does.´ ³We are Germans. ³Mussolini has abolished brothels. ³You do not love one another. lovable people.´ she said.´ I said.´ ³Tell him he is a beautiful boy. The old woman at the table in the back of the room spoke to them and they sat down again with her. ³It is my country.´ ³What do you say?´ asked the girl.´ ³My friend is a misogynist.´ ³Don¶t understand.´ ³I don¶t know. This is complicated.´ ³Tell him I love him.´ said Guy. The girl who had taken our order came in from the kitchen with spaghetti. and have no money. ³Tell him we have to go. The lady had placed another arm around his neck. Isn¶t that what you got me in on this trip for?´ ³I¶m glad it¶s her. and stroked Guy¶s hair.´ the lady said.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN order put her arm around Guy¶s neck while we were looking at the menu. She smiled better on one side than on the other and turned the good side towards us. ³an old German misogynist.´ the lady said.´ ³Lovely place.´ the lady said. did not look like warm wax.´ I said.´ ³And you will stay here now for a little while?´ ³In this so dear Spezia?´ I asked. ³Will you shut your mouth and get us out of here?´ Guy said.´ she said.´ The girl wore a one-piece dress. There was no doorway leading from the room except into the kitchen. Her nose.´ ³This isn¶t simple. I told him.´ I said.´ I said. only smoothed in.´ I said.

The property sailor sat with his head in his hands. ³Don¶t bother with these two.´ ³Tell her I don¶t take bananas. She walked the length of the room and stood in the doorway.´ ³To stay a little while is nice. keeping his face out of her way.´ ³Oh.´ ³The Signor does not take bananas. Across from us.´ ³Listen.´ ³Ah. She did not wave.´ Guy said. there is a wide street with two car-tracks and we drove down the centre to avoid sending the mud on to the men going home from work. he takes bananas. ³The Signor takes a cold bath every morning. ³Oh. No one had spoken to him all the time we were at lunch. ³She is pleased because you take bananas. All the girls. the property sailor had not moved.´ I said.´ ³Bananas are all right. Firenze. On our left was the Mediterranean. so that people stepped into the doorways as they saw us coming. ³Come and eat. No one in the place paid any attention to him. We started and I waved to her. tonight.´ the clean-cut young man said from the table where he was writing. When we were seated in the car ready to start.´ the lady said. crestfallen. We left a tip on the table and went out. and. ³let them go.´ ³Tell her I take a cold bath every morning. ³They¶ve got skins on.´ ³Listen. We can amuse ourselves in those cities at the end of the day. She embraced Guy. 43 . ³Fruit. or if possible. even going very slowly behind the tramcars and the motor trucks. In the day we must cover distance.´ the lady said. ³You won¶t stay? You won¶t ask him to stay?´ ³We have to go. She brought the bill from the old woman and went back and sat at the table. They are worth nothing.´ said the lady.´ We paid the bill and stood up. and the clean-cut young man sat down at the table together.´ Guy said. Another girl came in from the kitchen. ³Don¶t bother to talk with these two. The girl brought us our change that the old woman counted out for her and went back to her place at the table. ³We want the bill. AFTER THE RAIN It was raining hard when we passed through the suburbs of Genoa. You must stay.´ I said. ³What does she say?´ he asked. In San Pier d¶Arena. the girl came out and stood in the door.´ ³To travel is necessary during the light of day.´ ³Bring us the bill. liquid mud splashed on to the sidewalks. the old woman.´ Guy said. ³he doesn¶t take bananas.´ The lady took my hand.´ I said. I tell you they are worth nothing and I know.´ the clean-cut young man said in a wearied voice. These two are worth nothing. ³We have bananas. but stood there looking after us. ³We have to get to Pisa.´ she said.´ ³No understand. ³What have you for dessert?´ I asked. the industrial suburb outside of Genoa. no.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Tell her it looks like her country. It is now the day.´ the clean-cut young man said.

detached by the wind. ³Do you remember what we came to this country for?´ ³Yes.´ Guy said. when we had passed. it¶s been gone a long time now.´ ³That next big cape ought to put it out of sight. and the license plates with a rag. it blows us away from the sea. After the meal. ³It¶s gone now.´ I said. A riverbed that. blew across the road. A man and a woman sat at the far end of the restaurant. ³Can you still see Genoa?´ Guy asked. ³but we didn¶t get it. and a sheet of muddy water rose up and over our windshield and radiator. ³Although I don¶t know how. ³Oh. spreading the film over the glass.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN There was a big sea running and waves broke and the wind blew the spray against the car.´ It was early afternoon and the sun was out. The pasta asciutta was good. and dry. through the window. going fast. the wine tasted of alum. As we came up on a headland beyond the town. going into Italy. a tramp steamer was going up the coast. the lights.´ 44 .´ Guy said. I can still see Portofino Cape behind it. Back beyond the cape the brown and blue waters joined.´ ³If we can get past Ventimiglia. We could see the car outside. There was no heat in the restaurant and we kept our hats and coats on. the light came through the yellow water and the crests. the sea was blue with whitecaps running towards Savona. She was good-looking and they seemed very sad. We had the papers and I read the account of the Shanghai fighting aloud to Guy. The waiter had taken him across the road and into an old house. A big car passed us.´ Finally we could not see Genoa. he left with the waiter in search for a place which did not exist in the restaurant. a town and then capes far down the coast. He was middle-aged and she was young and wore black.´ I said.´ Guy said. The automatic windshield cleaner moved back and forth. ³Oh. stony. Below. was running brown. The people in the house were suspicious and the waiter had remained with Guy to see nothing was stolen. I don¶t like to drive this coast at night. they expected me to steal anything. and up to the banks. a line of beach and fishing-boats and above. ³It¶s good. the wind struck the car and nearly tipped it over. Afterwards the waiter brought beef steak and fried potatoes. ³Well. All during the meal she would blow out her breath in the cold damp air.´ ³We¶ll see it a long time yet. and we poured water in it. I looked back as we came out and there was only the sea. The brown water discolored the sea and as the waves thinned and cleared in breaking. They had a traveling-bag with them.´ I said to Guy.´ ³That was down by Viareggio. had been wide. They ate without talking and the man held her hand under the table. and below in the bay. on the side of the hill. We stopped and ate lunch at Sestri. ³they drowned Shelley somewhere along here.´ ³We¶ll see. It was covered with mud and was stopped beside some boats that had been pulled up beyond the waves. The man would look at it and shake his head. and I cleaned off the windshield. Out ahead of us.´ ³We¶ll be out of it tonight. In the restaurant you could see your breath. yes. me not being a plumber. Guy came back and we backed the car out and started.

Make it fifty in the part you keep. The train went by and Guy started the engine. ³You think so?´ ³Read it. 45 .´ He smiled a beautiful Italian smile and wrote something on the receipt stub. The number had been cleaned at lunch. And give me a receipt with your name.´ he said. ³Your number¶s dirty.´ I said. Naturally. The whole trip had only taken ten days. holding it so I could not see. He looked up at us as we passed. Bologna. The wind had dried the mud and the wheels were beginning to lift dust.´ We drove for two hours after it was dark and slept in Mentone that night. and as we came towards it the gates went down. It is dirty. and handed it to me. I read it. back through Forlì. As we waited. ³This is for twenty-five lire. tore out the slip. so one side could be given to the customer. ³You could have read it. and perforated. the Fascist came up on his bicycle. and changed the twenty-five to fifty. in such a short trip. Parma. Ahead there was a railway crossing. Imola. The road curved around the headland and the wind blew through the crack in the windshield. Piacenza.´ There was a sign with a picture of an S-turn and Svolta Pericolosa. to Ventimiglia again. made in duplicate.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³But we couldn¶t be sure till we got way out.´ ³You don¶t like Italian roads?´ ³They are dirty.´ ³A mistake. ³Your car is dirty and you are dirty too.´ He spat in the road. ³Wait. It¶s only dirty from the state of the roads.´ He wrote in indelible pencil. ³You can read it. ³How¶s that?´ ³Twenty-five lire. It seemed very cheerful and clean and sane and lovely. ³Go on.´ I got out with a rag.´ ³I cannot read it.´ ³Good. and Genoa.´ He took out a receipt book. and the other side filled in and kept as a stub.´ ³Fifty lire. On the flat road we passed a Fascist riding a bicycle. Below the cape was a flat stretch beside the sea.´ ³What?´ I said. ³Give me fifty lire. a heavy revolver in a holster on his back. There was no carbon to record what the customer¶s ticket said. ³And now the other side. ³before your number gets dirty again. We had driven from Ventimiglia to Pisa and Florence.´ I wiped it off with the rag. we had no opportunity to see how things were with the country or the people.´ the bicycle man shouted from behind the car.´ he said. He held the middle of the road on his bicycle and we turned out for him. across the Romagna to Rimini.

´ ³He couldn¶t hit you with a handful of bird-shot. Let¶s get out of here. We¶d go along fast for three minutes and then walk a minute. ³That¶s it. A kidder gets to be an awful thing around a camp if his stuff goes sort of sour. It was sort of stuff like this. ³Whoever saw you ever buy a drink? Your wife sews your pockets up every morning. We¶d been out quite a way and now we were coming back.´ Soldier said. They had been drinking. Jack started training out at Danny Hogan¶s health farm over in Jersey. ³You want to work?´ he¶d say to Soldier. What do you mean. He ain¶t going to last like you and me. Soldier was always kidding Jack.´ Jack would say.´ ³Sure. It was nice out there but Jack didn¶t like it much. and I. ³Sure. ³Want me to treat you rough like Walcott? Want me to knock you down a few times?´ ³That¶s it. Jack wasn¶t ever what you would call a sprinter. though.´ ³Well. ³Sure.´ ³Kikes. just sort of kidding him all the time. ³You seen this Walcott ?´ he says. But right now he¶s got everything. ³And you give away a lot of things free too.´ ³Kikes. I got a chance to. Jerry.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN FIFTY GRAND ³How are you going yourself Jack?´ I asked him. ³Sure. and he liked Hogan. Jack.´ ³You¶ll left-hand him to death. kike?´ one of the broads says.´ Jack says. ³I wish to hell he couldn¶t. It wasn¶t very funny and it wasn¶t very good.´ Jack says. ³I¶m going to need a lot of luck with that boy.´ Jack says. you big Irish bum?´ ³Sure. ³I wouldn¶t mind bird-shot any. These Irishmen and their kikes? Ritchie Lewis could lick you too. Jack would finish up with the weights and the bag and pull on the gloves. these big Irishmen.´ ³Maybe. ³They¶re always talking about kikes. and then go fast for three minutes again. ³That kike!´ The three of us. He didn¶t like it any. ³What do you mean. and he was sore and grouchy most of the time.´ Jack says. were in Handley¶s. kikes?´ ³Come on.´ Jack says.´ Jack says.´ this broad goes on. He liked me and we got along fine together. ³Just in the gym.´ ³He looks easy to hit.´ ³Handle him like you handled Richie Lewis´ ³Richie Lewis.´ ³Bird-shot¶d be all right.´ ³He can¶t hit you. He didn¶t like being away from his wife and the kids. but after a while Soldier Bartlett commenced to get on his nerves. don¶t you?´ We went out. Soldier Bartlett. ³he ain¶t going to last long. Jack Brennan. He could say what he wanted to when he wanted to say it. He¶d move around fast 46 .´ I said.´ Jack said. and it began to get to Jack. There were a couple of broads sitting at the next table to us. That was Jack. kike.´ this broad goes on. One morning we were all out on the road. How you want me to work?´ Soldier would ask. ³What do you mean.

³I got no kick on him. ³He just told him to go back to town. We came up the hill to the farmhouse.´ ³What¶s the matter?´ ³I¶m sick of hearing you talk.´ ³No. But I know I¶m sick of you. he¶s always been fine to me. He don¶t like many people. It was just starting to get fall weather and it¶s nice country there in Jersey.´ I said.´ ³What do you mean?´ ³You better go back to town and stay there. Soldier. Hogan. lifting the dust up.´ ³See you then. ³Does he still play them?´ 47 .´ ³Yes?´ says Soldier. Jack was on the porch writing a letter to his wife. ³How about Jack?´ I says. I rode back to the farm in the cart. ³I was just kidding him.´ says Jack. ³He can¶t pull that stuff with me.´ he says. and after I read the paper through I sat there and looked out at the country and the road down below against the woods with cars going along it.´ Hogan said. ³He never liked Soldier much.´ he said. The mail had come and I got the papers and went over on the other side of the porch and sat down to read.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN enough in the ring if he had to.´ ³He¶s nervous and crabby.´ Hogan said. ³maybe I will. ³What¶s in it?´ ³Sande booted three of them in yesterday. Hogan?´ I asked. ³Did he have a jam with Soldier?´ ³Not a jam. but he wasn¶t any too fast on the road.´ So Soldier went off on that train to town that same morning. Soldier.´ says Jack.´ The train had come in.´ ³Me too. Jerry. ³He¶s a good fellow. I keep in touch with them. Hogan came out the door and walked over to me.´ ³I got that on the telephone last night. ³Only sparrows. I went with him to the train.´ ³Seen the paper?´ I said to Hogan. Jerry.´ Hogan said. It was fine weather and pretty nicelooking country. ³So long.´ I said. We were waiting on the platform. ³You be in town before the fight?´ ³I don¶t think so.´ Hogan said. He¶s a cold one though. up in the hills. ³Well. ³so long.´ I said.´ Hogan went in through the screen door and I sat there on the porch and read the papers. ³You¶ll be a damn sight sicker when Walcott gets through with you.´ ³I could see it coming.´ ³The hell he is.´ Hogan said. ³Yes.´ ³He¶s a pretty cold one. All the time we were walking Soldier was kidding him. haven¶t you got anything to shoot here?´ ³No. Hogan came to the door and I said.´ He went in and the conductor swung up and the train went out.´ ³You follow them pretty close. Soldier. ³Oh. The hell he¶s ever been a good fellow.´ says Jack. He climbed up with his bag. ³you better go back to town.´ ³Sure. ³Say. He was good and sore.´ ³Well. ³Well.

´ I said. ³You got a week to get around into form.´ Hogan said. He wouldn¶t sleep at night and he¶d get up in the morning feeling that way.´ ³What the hell do they know about whether a man¶s right or not?´ ³Well. ³I got the insomnia. ³He¶s nothing. ³Lost money.´ ³Well.´ ³Don¶t stall me. They said they oughtn¶t to let him fight. ³I¶ll mail it for you. He leaned back against a post. ³It¶s pretty nice out in the country.´ said Jack. ³He¶ll tear him in two.´ I said. you can¶t tell. ³No. He¶s wearing a sweater and an old pair of pants and boxing shoes.´ ³I knew you did. you only got another week.´ I said. µdidn¶t you used to play the ponies?´ ³Sure.´ Jack says. ³They¶ll think he never trained.´ ³You hear what the reporters said about him?´ ³Didn¶t I! They said he was awful. ³Got a stamp. ain¶t they?´ ³Yes.´ We sat there on the porch. ³I¶m tired all the time. ³everybody¶s got to get it sometime.´ ³Well. Hogan?´ he asks.´ ³No.´ ³Have her come out.´ ³Not like this.´ I said.´ ³It¶s a nice day. ³You¶ll be all right in a couple of days.´ ³I¶m not sleeping.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Him?´ said Hogan. Hogan was inside at the office.´ ³Tired!´ Jack says. ³But this time they¶re right. ³He¶ll kill him. ³they¶re not such fools.´ ³Well.´ Jack sat down on the porch by me.´ ³We¶ll take a long walk before you turn in and get you good and tired.´ ³No.´ said Hogan.´ ³Yes. ³they¶re always wrong. ³Give me that letter.´ ³What did you lay off them for?´ Hogan asked. Jack.´ ³I¶d a damn sight rather be in town with the wife. ³What do you think about the shape I¶m in?´ Jack asked me. ³Well.´ ³Say.´ said Hogan.´ ³What¶s on your mind?´ ³I miss the wife. ³He¶s stale as poorhouse cake. you know when you can¶t shut your hands. ³This is fine. though.´ Hogan said.´ Hogan said.´ Jack said. It gives the farm a black eye. I knew I used to see you out at Sheepshead. I¶m too old for that.´ ³Well.´ said Hogan.´ ³I never seen Walcott. ³you¶re not right.´ I said.´ I said.´ 48 .´ I said.´ He was that way all week. ³Can you see him doing it?´ Just then Jack came around the corner with the letter in his hand. He shut his eyes in the sun.´ said Jack. ³That¶s so. ³Want a chair?´ Hogan asked.

when you can¶t sleep?´ I said.´ 49 . ³What do you think about. don¶t it? That just fixes everything all up. he¶s so wise now. ³What are you buzzards talking about?´ ³I don¶t think you ought to work any more. Sometimes I think about fights. We didn¶t do any work. All he needs is to have Corbett pick him to win for it to be all over.´ I said. Jack.´ He was sore all day. John came out in a car from town.´ he says.´ ³Sure. ³That always helps a lot. ³Don¶t he ever sweat at all any more?´ ³He can¶t sweat. but what the hell do they know?´ ³You don¶t think Jack¶s in any shape.´ Jack says. He skipped the rope a little while. ³Sure.´ ³I don¶t care who they are. He didn¶t even look good doing that. I think about that kike Richie Lewis and I get sore. ³That Irishman could never sleep.´ Hogan said. He had a couple of friends with him. He was skipping up and down in front of us. Jack just moved around a little to loosen up. I worry about property I got in Florida. ³What¶s the matter with him?´ ³He don¶t sleep.´ ³He ought to sweat. He¶s through.´ said Hogan. ³Oh. What the hell don¶t I think about?´ ³Well. He¶ll pick him. I worry about the kids. ³Where¶s Jack?´ John asked me.´ I said.´ Hogan said. ask him about when he picked Willard at Toledo. skipping the rope. The car stopped and they all got out.´ ³Aw. We were standing watching him skip rope. ³I worry about property I got up in the Bronx. Sure. forward and back. ³He¶s pretty bad.´ said Jack. Jack came over.´ Hogan says. ³He only writes the big fights. I worry about the wife. I got some stocks and I worry about them. Corbett¶ll pick him. This Lardner.´ ³Wouldn¶t that be awful?´ Jack says and skips away down the floor. ³tomorrow night it¶ll all be over. I suppose. ³What the hell do they know? They can write maybe. ³How is he?´ I looked at the two fellows that were with John. ³Well. ³You¶ll be stale. ³He¶d be better not to do any work at all.´ said John. That afternoon John Collins showed up out at the farm. do you?´ Hogan asked.´ ³Hell. After breakfast we were out on the porch again.´ ³Do you suppose he¶s got the con? He never had any trouble making weight. I worry. He couldn¶t sweat. crossing his arms every third time. He shadow-boxed a few rounds.´ I said.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³All they did was pick Willard at Toledo. slapping the rope hard. He just hasn¶t got anything inside any more. he wasn¶t out.´ John said.´ That night Jack didn¶t sleep any either. The next morning was the last day before the fight.´ ³Well. did he?´ ³No.´ I said. he hasn¶t got any con.´ ³Lying down?´ ³Yes. ³No. ³They¶re friends of his. ³Up in his room.´ Hogan says. Jack was up in his room. lying down.

´ Jack says. Steinfelt. We all went upstairs.´ John said. ³He¶s out in the barn with a couple of his customers.´ Jack says. ³This is Mr. ³How do you feel.´ he says to John. ³Glad to see you. ³Fine. ³How the hell would I feel?´ ³You look fine.´ says Jack. Jack sat up and looked at us.´ ³You know Morgan and Steinfelt. ³Let¶s have a look at him. He hadn¶t shaved and he was wearing an old sweater.´ the fellow called Morgan said. Jack just dug a little deeper in the pillow.´ Jack says. ³Where¶s Hogan?´ John asked.´ I said.´ John said.´ ³Oh no. ³I want you to shake hands with Mr. ³Hell. Doyle. ³Yes. ³He¶s never right. don¶t you? You aren¶t making me any money in Philadelphia. You get a big enough cut. ³Of course not. ³Would you go and find Hogan and tell him we want to see him in about half an hour?´ 50 . John knocked on the door.´ ³Pretty quiet.´ Jack says. ³Let¶s go up and see the boy. Both his arms were around the pillow.´ I said. Jack!´ John said to him. Morgan and Mr.´ John said to me. ³Don¶t be sore. ³He got many people out here now?´ John asked. ³Jack!´ John says. ain¶t it?´ Morgan said. Jack was lying asleep on the bed. Jack?´ Morgan asks him.´ ³Soldier Bartlett was out here wukking with you for a while. ³Yes. ³You¶re my manager.´ Steinfelt says.´ Steinfelt said. he was out here. Jerry.´ ³Glad to meet you.´ ³Hogan. ³I didn¶t mean to wake you up.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³He isn¶t right.´ John says. ³Hogan¶s as dumb as I am.´ ³Say. I¶ve had him for ten years and he¶s never been right yet. ³What the hell¶s that to me?´ Jack says. There wasn¶t an answer.´ We were outside Jack¶s room. ³Hey. are you? Why the hell aren¶t you out here when I ought to have you?´ ³Hogan was here.´ I said. ³Yes.´ Jack says. ³Maybe he¶s asleep. Jack¶s head moved a little on the pillow. John touched him on the shoulder. ³Christ! Why can¶t you let me sleep?´ he says to John. ³You¶re my manager. don¶t I.´ I said. ³What the hell¶s he sleeping in the daytime for?´ John turned the handle and we all went in. ³He was out here all right.´ The fellows who were with him laughed. ³Just two. ³Say. Why the hell don¶t you come out here when the reporters was out! You want Jerry and me to talk to them?´ ³I had Lew fighting in Philadelphia. You get a big enough cut. wasn¶t he?´ Steinfelt said to change the subject.´ John said.´ John said.´ I said. He¶s been training Jack. leaning over him. He was face down and his face was in the pillow. ³It¶s pretty quiet.

´ he says.´ Morgan and Steinfelt looked at each other.´ I said. ³That¶s something.´ I said. ³Stick around.´ John says. ³To hell with that stuff. Jack sat there looking Irish and tough. ³Why the hell can¶t he stick around?´ Jack says. Steinfelt and Morgan were dressers.´ Hogan said when he saw me come in.´ I said. We knocked on Jack¶s door. ³To hell with those sharpshooters.´ ³I been away a long time.´ John said to him. He was wearing an old blue jersey and pants and had on boxing shoes.´ I said. Danny. Hogan was out in the gym in the barn.´ Hogan said.´ I said.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Sure. He¶s all by himself. ³Come on in.´ Hogan said. John and Morgan were sitting on a couple of chairs. ³When you want to see me I¶m down in the office.´ says Hogan. ³I better go find Hogan. That¶s Happy Steinfelt and Lew Morgan. ³John Collins is out with a couple of friends to see Jack. ³We¶re all going to have a drink. You gentlemen take a shower and Bruce will rub you down. He just sits there on the bed. ³Sure. ³They want to see us in half an hour. ³They¶re a couple of sharpshooters.´ Jack says.´ ³I¶ll go find Hogan.´ ³Come into the office. He ain¶t with the others. Jack was sitting on the bed. Danny. Jack and I took one and the rest of them went on and had two or three each. John was quite a dresser too. ³Don¶t you know them two?´ ³No. ³You¶re a pretty mysterious lot of boys. ³He¶s a pretty smooth boy. He had a couple of his health-farm patients with the gloves on. ³I saw them come up in the car. though.´ ³You mean they don¶t want to see us until half an hour?´ ³That¶s it. ³Wait a minute. 51 . ³Hello. Steinfelt was standing up. Hogan. if you want to go. for fear the other would come back and hit him.´ Hogan said. ³All right. ³Hello.´ I said.´ We heard the door unlock. They neither one wanted to hit the other.´ They climbed out through the ropes and Hogan came over to me. He needed a shave.´ Morgan says and shakes hands.´ I said.´ ³Well. ³You can stop the slaughter. Jerry.´ ³I¶ve heard his name.´ After about thirty minutes or so Hogan and I went upstairs.´ I said. Steinfelt brought out a bottle and Hogan brought in some glasses and everybody had a drink.´ Hogan said.´ somebody said.´ We went in.´ ³Who are the two fellows with John?´ ³They¶re what you call wise boys. They got a pool-room.´ Hogan said.´ said Hogan. ³That¶ll do. ³That Happy Steinfelt¶s a big operator. Jack.´ ³Well. Steinfelt opened it. They were talking inside the room. ³Quiet down. ³None of these guys are going to send you away. Jack doesn¶t say anything.

Morgan was sitting on the bed where Jack had sat. ³Like to take a walk. Jerry?´ ³I¶ll have one with you. We had supper.´ Jack said. Jack didn¶t say anything. Hogan brought in a quart of liquor and two glasses. Jack.´ he said. ³Sure. ³I¶m going to sleep tonight. Jerry. He was lighting up a little.´ he said. thanks.´ Hogan says.´ Jack said.´ said Hogan.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Better save some for your ride back. ³that¶s all I want.´ John said and handed him the glass and the bottle. ³Will you pass me this?´ or ³Will you pass me that?´ The two health-farm patients ate at the same table with us. Jack hadn¶t drunk anything since the one drink. They were all feeling pretty good when they left. Jerry?´ Jack said. ³That was a fine bunch out here this afternoon. ³So long. ³I want to take it slow and easy. ³How about it.´ ³You¶re the doctor. get sick?´ ³I just asked you. He was standing up and looking at them. It was quite a way down to the main road and then we walked along the main road about a mile and a half. Cars kept going by and we would pull out to one side until they were past. ³Listen. Jack didn¶t laugh. ³What¶s the idea?´ ³Send it up to the room. Jack started to pour me another. It was dark early. ³To hell with this walking. We came around to the front of the house and there standing in the doorway was Hogan. Hogan. ³Have a drink?´ said Jack.´ Jack says. 52 .´ Jack said. Jack poured out a couple of drinks. ³I never liked to go to these wakes.´ said Hogan.´ says Hogan.´ We had a couple of drinks without saying anything. Jack didn¶t say anything all during the meal except.´ Jack said.´ Jack says. ³No.´ I said. ³Now. We got plenty. Jack sat on the bed with his head in his hands. ³Oh. ³Come on up to the room. Jack stood on the porch when they got into the car.´ Hogan said. We put on our coats and started out. ³No. They waved to him. ³Ain¶t it a life?´ Jack says. ³Want some ginger ale?´ ³What do you think I want to do.´ They all laughed. ³Have a good walk?´ Hogan asked.´ I said. Have you got any liquor?´ ³Sure. They were pretty nice fellows.´ ³All right.´ I said. ³No.´ I said. Upstairs. ³Have a drink. ³Yes. After we had stepped out into the bushes to let a big car go by Jack said. ³I guess that¶s better. After we finished eating we went out on the porch.´ Jack said. He went out. He poured himself out another big shot and put water in it.´ ³Put some water in it. ³Don¶t you worry. We went along a side road that cut up over the hill and cut across the fields back to Hogan¶s. We could see the lights of the house up on the hill. Come on back to Hogan¶s´. fine.´ Morgan said.

that¶s what I¶m after.´ ³Well. If I hadn¶t been boxing I would have drunk quite a lot. She knows.´ 53 . And being away from home so much. ³you can¶t have an idea what it gets to be like.´ He was good and drunk. boxing.´ ³You made plenty of money.´ ³I don¶t need it. ³You know.´ I said.´ says Jack.´ Then a little later. ³You¶ll sleep all right.´ ³Am I getting soused? Do I talk funny?´ ³You¶re coming on all right. µWhose your old man?¶ some of those society kids¶ll say to them. ³She knows.´ Jack said.´ ³Just have one more. ³You know.´ ³Sure. The bottle was about empty. He was looking at me steady.´ he said. Get some money on him. ³Put some water in it. You know I miss a lot. ³I feel all right.´ Jack said. You can¶t have an idea what it¶s like.´ ³Yes?´ ³Listen. ³it don¶t make any difference where I am.´ I said. ³Come on.¶ That don¶t do them any good. You can¶t have an idea what it¶s like. µMy old man¶s Jack Brennan.´ ³With me now.´ he said.´ Jack put down the glass.´ he says.´ ³It ought to be better out in the country than in town.´ I said.´ ³Put some water in that. those two. Jack poured one for me and another big one for himself.´ Jack says.´ Jack said.´ ³Sure. They ain¶t anybody can have an idea what it¶s like. see? You know what I¶m betting on him? Fifty grand.´ ³Have another drink. ³She knows all right. His eyes were sort of too steady.´ I said. ³at two to one. Jerry. Jack.´ he says.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³They don¶t take any chances. Jerry?´ he said.´ ³That¶s a lot of dough. You bet she knows. ³Jerry. ³I got the dough for them all right.´ I said.´ He poured out another drink. ³I¶m not drunk now. ³You want to make some money? Get some money down on Walcott. Jerry. Jerry.´ ³How do you mean?´ ³Well. ³Well. It don¶t do my girls any good. ³Listen. Jerry.´ ³Fifty grand.´ ³Except the wife.´ Jack says.´ ³Sure. ³You know.´ he says. ³I like liquor pretty well. ³like about the wife.´ ³You can¶t have an idea what it¶s like.´ I said.´ I said. ³they¶re right. I¶ll get twenty-five thousand bucks. drink along with me. Jack poured in some water. ³I missed a lot. ³you ain¶t got any idea how I miss the wife. ³all that makes a difference is if they got dough. It was softening him up. ³All right.´ I said.´ says Jack.´ ³You ain¶t got any idea. What the hell¶s the good in taking chances?´ ³Don¶t you want another.´ ³Hell.

³One! Two! Three! Four!´ Hogan was counting for them. ³I¶m through after this fight. ³You¶re the only friend I got. ³Hello. ³I slept all right. Jerry.´ ³Good.´ I said. That¶s all.´ I said.´ I said. In the morning I came downstairs about eight o¶clock and got some breakfast. ³I got a thick tongue but I ain¶t got a head.´ I said.´ ³Put some water in that. ³You¶ll sleep all right. I helped him get his clothes off and got him into bed. ³I¶ll sleep.´ Jack says. He looked up. Jack?´ I asked him. I went out and watched them. ³Sure. I can¶t sleep.´ I said. ³Good night. µthe only friend I got. I¶m going to bed myself. ³All night I lay awake and worry my can off. Jerry.´ said Hogan.´ Jack says. Well.´ I said.´ said Hogan.´ ³Sure. ³How can I beat him?´ Jack says.´ I said. Hogan had his customers out in the barn doing exercises. Jack was sitting at the breakfast table.´ I said. Downstairs.´ ³Go to sleep.´ Jack says.´ I went back to my room and packed up to go to town. Why shouldn¶t I make money on it?´ ³Sure.´ ³It¶s better for him than not sleeping.´ ³Oh. ³That was good liquor. ³He¶s off.´ Jack says. ³Not so bad. ³Well.´ ³You¶d have a hell of a time explaining that to these sports writers though. ³It ain¶t crooked. About nine-thirty I heard Jack getting up in the next room. hell.´ Hogan said.´ ³You ain¶t got an idea what it¶s like. ³Well.´ 54 . you get your boy friend to sleep?´ he asks.´ Jack says. ³You¶re the only friend I got. Hogan was sitting at the desk in the office reading the papers. ³I¶m through with it.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³It sounds good. Jerry.´ ³I can¶t sleep. What¶s the use of taking care of yourself all these years when you can¶t sleep?´ ³It¶s bad. I got to take a beating. I just can¶t sleep.´ ³I ain¶t slept for a week. When I heard him go downstairs I went down after him. Hogan had come in and was standing beside the table. ³Good night.´ Jack said. ³Is Jack up yet?´ ³No. Jerry. ³I¶ll sleep now. ³Sure. You ain¶t got an idea what it¶s like when you can¶t sleep. when you can¶t sleep. Finally he¶s so he can¶t keep from sleeping.´ he said.´ ³Sleep well?´ Hogan asked. ³How do you feel. about eleven o¶clock Jack passes out and I put him to bed.´ Hogan said. Jack. Jack. He¶s still sleeping. How can I beat him? Why not make money on it?´ ³Put some water in that.´ Jack says.´ ³Good night.

´ On the train going to town Jack didn¶t talk.´ Jack said.´ ³No. ³It¶s business. ³a letter only costs two cents. ³He¶s out in front in the office. He sat in the corner of the seat with his ticket in his hat-band and looked out of the window. Jerry.´ Jack said.´ ³As long as you¶re in there you got a chance.´ Jack said. ³The sleep was what I needed. ³You said you had fifty grand on Walcott.´ Hogan said. It¶s just business.´ Bruce said at the train.´ ³Where¶s Hogan?´ he asked. Once he turned and spoke to me. 55 .´ ³Sit down.´ Jack said.´ ³So long. ³He writes her every day.´ ³How do you feel?´ ³Pretty good.´ Jack said. The girl came in with some ham and eggs and took away the grape-fruit.´ Jack says. ³That¶s right. ³He wants the title bad. Jack saw me looking at Bruce holding the two dollars.´ Jack says. After breakfast Jack called up his wife on the long-distance. I sat down at the table. the nigger rubber.´ Jack said.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Put it on the bill. ³The eleven o¶clock train. ³I sure hope you knock his can off.´ Hogan says.´ ³What did I say about betting on the fight?´ Jack asked. ³Fifty grand is a lot of money.´ ³I don¶t feel too good about it. ³I¶m all through. He was through with the grape-fruit. You know I can¶t win anyway. He was inside the booth telephoning.´ Jack said. Jack was eating a grapefruit.´ ³No. drove us down to the train in the cart. ³I guess I was pretty stewed last night. He looked kind of disappointed. ³That¶s a lot of money. Brennan. It¶s worth a lot of money to him. When he¶d find a seed he¶d spit it out in the spoon and dump it on the plate. They¶ll be shooting with him all right. ³Hogan charged me for the rubbing. ³Something might happen.´ ³No.´ Jack said to her. He gave Bruce two dollars.´ he said. Mr.´ ³You weren¶t bad. He wants the title. ³You drank some liquor.´ ³I¶ll give them a good show.´ I said. ³Bring me another glass of milk. She went out. ³That¶s the first time he¶s called her up since he¶s out here.´ ³You can¶t ever tell. Bruce had worked on him a lot.´ he started. ³It¶s all in the bill.´ ³I guess I said a lot of fool things.´ ³Sure. ³Good-bye.´ ³You might go good.´ Hogan said good-bye to us and Bruce.´ I said. ³What time you want to go into town?´ Hogan asked. ³Before lunch. ³I can¶t win.´ Jack says. Hogan went out. He was holding the spoon and sort of poking at the grapefruit with it.´ said Jack.

³Well. ³What do you make it?´ Jack asked the fellows who were weighing.´ the fat man who was weighing said. Walcott¶s manager. He never had to worry about taking off weight.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³I told the wife I¶d take a room at the Shelby tonight. ³Oh.´ ³That¶s a good idea.´ Freedman. ³You¶re down fine.´ the clerk says.´ Jack says. ³I could make it with my clothes on. that¶s one thing you never had to worry about. ³That¶s one thing. The bar didn¶t move.´ ³That¶s too steep.´ We went up in the elevator. He looked at the names.´ Freedman says. ³She never seen me fight. ³We only have double rooms. so I gave the boy a quarter. Jack. Jerry. ³Your wife ever see you fight. Quite a lot of the boys were there. ³One hundred and forty-three pounds. It was a nice big room with two beds and a door opening into a bathroom.´ I said. We washed up and Jack said we better go out and get something to eat. ³Number 238.´ I said. In town we took a taxi up to the Shelby. ³How much are the rooms?´ Jack asked. 56 .´ I thought he must be figuring on taking an awful beating if he doesn¶t want to go home afterwards.´ Jack jerked his head towards Walcott. John came in and sat down with us. He didn¶t have much legs.´ ³I can give you a double room for seven dollars. please?´ the clerk says. We ate a lunch at Jimmy Handley¶s place. Jack?´ ³No. He was a natural welter-weight and he¶d never gotten fat. ³How are you on the weight. ³All right. Jack stood about half-a-head taller than he did. When we were about half through eating. Mister Brennan.´ Jack says. said.´ Jack says. He was blond with wide shoulders and arms like a heavyweight. ³I can give you a nice double room for ten dollars. Jack didn¶t make any move. The match was made at a hundred forty-seven pounds at three o¶clock.´ ³With a bath?´ ³Certainly.´ ³Will you register. Jack didn¶t talk much. A boy came out and took our bags and we went to the desk. Jack?´ John asked him. ³It¶s just around the corner from the Garden.´ ³I don¶t mean for you to pay it. He¶d lost weight out at Hogan¶s.´ Freedman said.´ Jack says. ³I just want to get my money¶s worth.´ Jack said.´ ³You might as well bunk with me. Jack. Jack stepped on the scales with a towel around him. ³I¶ll sleep down at my brother-in-law¶s. Walcott had just weighed and was standing with a lot of people around him. The boy who brought us up pulled up the curtains and brought in our bags.´ John said. We went around to the Garden to weigh-in after lunch.´ Jack says. Walcott came over.´ he said. weigh him then. ³Drop the towel. ³This is pretty good. ³Weigh him. Jack was putting away a pretty good lunch. I can go up to the house tomorrow morning.´ Jack says. ³Let¶s see what you weigh.

´ ³I¶m going to lie down for a while. so he wouldn¶t catch cold when he came out. ³He ain¶t hard to hit. John put his kelly down on the table. yes. ³Hello.´ said Jack.´ says Jack. He was lying perfectly still but every once in a while his eyes would open.´ John says to him.´ ³No. ³I¶m going to go and eat now.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Hello. 57 . We played cribbage and he won three dollars off me. John had a bag with him with all his stuff in it. ³Well. ³Want to play some cribbage. ³Is it still raining?´ ³Yes. He went to the window and looked out.´ and we went downstairs and ate in the big dining-room. ³He¶s a pretty tough-looking boy.´ Jack says. and put his ring clothes and bathrobe in a bag. ³It¶s pouring.´ he said. ³You buy the meal. After we ate we went upstairs and Jack played cribbage with John again and won two dollars and a half off him.´ Jack says.´ John says.´ After a little while Jack gets up and says. ³I don¶t want to eat yet.´ ³Where are you going?´ John asked when Jack was dressed.´ Walcott stepped off and grinned at Jack.´ Jack says. ³You ought to go and eat.´ ³Let¶s eat in the hotel.´ Jack says. kid. He had the widest shoulders and back you ever saw.´ Walcott says. Finally he sits up.´ So they played cribbage for about half an hour and Jack won a dollar and a half off him. ³Well. John knocked at the door and came in.´ ³All right. His face was plenty marked up.´ ³More than that when I come in. Pretty soon the telephone rang and they said the taxi was waiting. ³Jack¶s spotting you about four pounds. ³I¶ll call up and have them get a taxi.´ John says. ³Sure. His coat was wet too. John. I looked over a couple of times and Jack wasn¶t sleeping. Jack.´ Jack says to me. play some cribbage.´ Walcott says. ³Back to the hotel. I wrote a letter. ³All right. ³You all ready?´ John asks him. John?´ Jack asked him.´ Jack says. Jack was feeling pretty good.´ ³Come on. ³I¶ll come around for you about a quarter to seven and we¶ll go and eat. Jerry?´ he says. ³Is it raining?´ Jack asks. Jack took off his shirt and collar and put on a jersey and a sweater. I suppose we got to go eat. He dropped the towel from around his waist and stood on the scales. He went over to his suitcase and got out the cards and the cribbage board.´ Jack says.´ Up at the hotel Jack took off his shoes and his coat and lay down for a while. ³The taxi I had got tied up in the traffic and I got out and walked. ³How do you feel?´ ³Good. ³I¶ll play you once more to see who pays for the meal.´ ³Oh. ³One hundred and forty-six pounds and twelve ounces.´ John says. ³It¶s all looked after.´ We went back and Jack got dressed. ³You looked after everything?´ ³Yes.´ I said. ³He looks as though he¶d been hit plenty of times. It was all wet. ³Want to play some cribbage.

It looked like half a mile down to the ring. Just the lights over the ring. first at one side of the ring. We started down. ³He¶s some sort of a Dane. The gong rang and Jack 58 . ³This is a fight that would draw a lot more than the Garden could hold. he had his arms folded and was looking at the floor.´ Jack says to him. Jack got a good hand coming down through the crowd. The crowd thought that was wonderful. and shook them at the crowd. ³So you¶re going to be one of these popular champions. John came to the door of the dressing-room and poked his head in. He climbed through between the ropes and put his two fists together and smiled. The crowd gave him a big hand.´ They went back to their corners. He grabs Jack¶s arm. Jack is Irish and the Irish always get a pretty good hand. They looked over his shoulder. ³Is he in?´ he asked.´ ³Be yourself.´ Freedman says.´ ³What do you call yourself µWalcott¶ for?´ Jack says. ³what nationality is this Walcott?´ ³I don¶t know. It was all dark. They met and the referee put his arm on each of their shoulders. John had a couple of handlers with him. and he gives them the same old line. Jack climbed up and bent down to go through the ropes and Walcott came over from his corner and pushed the rope down for Jack to go through.´ Jack says. popularity.´ John said. they didn¶t try to pull this fight in the ball park. This is all great for the crowd. I taped it around the wrist and twice across the knuckles. Jack was sitting there with his bathrobe on.´ Freedman stands there all the time while Jack bandages the other hand. then at the other. ³They got a good crowd.´ Jack says. An Irishman don¶t draw in New York like a Jew or an Italian but they always get a good hand.´ the lad who brought the gloves said. ³Didn¶t you know he was a nigger?´ ³Listen²´ says the referee. How gentlemanly the boys are before the fight! How they wish each other luck! Solly Freedman came over to our corner while Jack is bandaging his hands and John is over in Walcott¶s corner. and says. I lifted the bathrobe off Jack and he leaned on the ropes and flexed his knees a couple of times and scuffed his shoes in the rosin. ³He¶s just gone down.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN We rode down in the elevator and went out through the lobby. ³Can I hit when he¶s got me like this?´ ³Keep your hands off me. ³It¶s soft ain¶t it? Don¶t be a hick. The Garden was sold out. ³Be yourself. ³Where do you get all that tape?´ ³Feel of it. and then sat down.´ John said. ³Say.´ Jack says. Walcott comes out smiling.´ ³He¶s a Bohemian.´ ³You can¶t tell about the weather.´ Jack says to Walcott. and one of the boys that¶s going to handle him brings the gloves and I pull them on and work them around. ³Take your goddam hand off my shoulder. Jack looked up.´ Jack says. and got in a taxi and rode around to the Garden. with this rain. The referee called them out to the centre of the ring and Jack walks out. Freedman. Once Walcott interrupts him. It was raining hard but there was a lot of people outside on the streets. Walcott was just getting into the ring. Walcott put his hand on Jack¶s shoulder and they stood there just for a second. ³There ain¶t no moving-pictures of this.´ Solly says.´ Walcott says. Jack put his thumb through the slit in the bandage and then wrapped his hand nice and smooth. ³Hey. ³It¶s a good thing.´ Jack asks. As we came in on our way to the dressing-room I saw how full it was. ³Hello.

in between the rounds. It was like a baseball catcher pulls the ball and takes some of the shock off. He certainly did used to make the fellows he fought hate boxing.´ ³I can¶t stay. Jack wasn¶t sore. All he knows is to get in there and sock. The only thing he¶s afraid of is another one of the same kind. but every time Walcott¶s got in close he¶s socked so hard he¶s got two big red patches on both sides just below Jack¶s ribs. turn it. He knows everything about working in close too and he¶s getting away with a lot of stuff. get his right hand loose. Walcott was sore as hell.´ Walcott had been hitting him for a long time. ³My legs are going bad. He¶s a socker. He¶s just like all these hookers. It looked as though it was the same as ever. It¶s just as though it¶s automatic. They¶re working all the time. He certainly was a socking-machine. He¶s a hooker and he carries his hands pretty low. Richie Lewis always had about three new dirty things Jack couldn¶t do. instead of being safe all the time now he was in trouble. his face all swollen. After about four rounds Jack has him bleeding bad and his face all cut up. He don¶t care about a left hand in his face. Three or four times Jack brings the right over but Walcott gets it on the shoulder or high up on the head. That was why he hated Richie Lewis so. turning around. But instead of him running the fight it was Walcott was running it. He couldn¶t keep him out with the left hand now.´ Jack says. he wasn¶t any sorer than he always was. From now on Walcott commenced to land solid. He don¶t look good at all but he never does much work in the ring. He¶s covered everywhere you can hurt him. By the time they¶d gone five rounds he hated Jack¶s guts. Jack was as safe as a church all the time he was in there.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN turned quick and went out. Walcott was after him. He took an awful beating in the body. and Jack sort of lifted his shoulder sharp and caught him against the nose. We worked over Jack plenty too. Jack has the left hand in his face. that is. but when Walcott gets his hands loose he socks Jack in the body so they can hear it outside in the street. ³My left¶s getting heavy. Every time he gets in close. going forward all the time with his chin on his chest. He never got Richie¶s goat. 59 . In between the rounds I worked on his legs. He don¶t move around much and the left hand is just automatic. and then brought down the right hand and did the same thing again. That was because he had all that stuff too. The funny thing was it looked as though Jack was an open classic boxer. He was sick as hell. The muscles would flutter under my hands all the time I was rubbing them. It¶s just like it was connected with Walcott¶s face and Jack just had to wish it in every time. and come up with an uppercut that got Walcott¶s nose with the heel of the glove. After the seventh round Jack says. They don¶t talk any. Jack ties him up. then gets one hand loose and uppercuts him. He certainly was treating Walcott rough. While they were in our corner I watched him tie Walcott up. But every time he gets in there close. Jack just raises the left hand up and it¶s in Walcott¶s face. Jack was just trying to block everything now. ³How¶s it go?´ he asked John. only now instead of Walcott¶s punches just missing him they were just hitting him. It goes along like that for three rounds more. ³What¶s the round?´ Jack asked. Jack is always calm in close and he doesn¶t waste any juice. as long as he was strong. It didn¶t show what an awful beating he was taking. It didn¶t show at first. Walcott came toward him and they touched gloves and as soon as Walcott dropped his hands Jack jumped his left into his face twice. There wasn¶t anybody ever boxed better than Jack.´ From then he started to take a beating. ³The eleventh. Walcott was bleeding bad and leaned his nose on Jack¶s shoulder so as to give Jack some of it too.

´ I heard Solly Freedman yell to him. He didn¶t want to be knocked out. He backed Jack up against the ropes.´ 60 . John jumps into the ring. Walcott clipped him with a left-hook and Jack went down. I thought the eyes would come out of Jack¶s head. The referee started counting. He was all right though. All the time he was thinking and holding his body in where it was busted. you polak son-of-a-bitch. At eight John motioned to him. ³It was an accident. Jack put the left in his face. Jack stuck the left hand at him. Then he started to sock. He wasn¶t strong any more. ³It wasn¶t low. He didn¶t know what to do either. Walcott came up to Jack looking at him. Walcott went in. came in under it and started working on Jack¶s body. When Jack was on his feet Walcott started toward him. He took a step forward. He must have hit him five inches below the belt. It was going just the way he thought it would. ³I don¶t want this bohunk to stop me. Walcott came right out after him. He had the towel ready to chuck in. ³Come on. The referee grabbed Walcott. He started to sock with his hands low down by his side. They were right in front of us. ³Watch yourself.´ Jack says. He walked as though all his insides were going to fall out. Walcott went down and grabbed himself there and rolled and twisted around.´ he says. ³Come on and fight. Jack broke away from it and missed with the right. He knew he couldn¶t beat Walcott. Jack¶s face was the worst thing I ever saw²the look on it! He was holding himself and all his body together and it all showed on his face. He went down on his hands and knees and looked at us. He never thought Jack could have stood it. Walcott just shook his head. His face looked awful all the time. The referee grabbed Jack and pushed him towards his corner. They stuck way out.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³It¶s his fight. you slob. Jack was watching us and shaking his head. just as low as he could get it. The gong rang and we pushed him out. Then he swung the left and it hit Walcott in the groin and the right hit Walcott right bang where he¶d hit Jack. Jack got up. Walcott hit him twice. Jimmy. You couldn¶t hear on account of the crowd. The referee had been holding Walcott back with one arm while he counted.´ Jack says to Walcott. Walcott covered up and Jack was swinging wild at Walcott¶s head. There was such a hell of a lot of yelling going on. Jack was standing just a little way out from the ropes. His mouth came open. swinging at Walcott.´ The crowd were yelling so you couldn¶t hear anything. They were right in front of us. Way low below the belt. Jack tried to tie him up and it was just like trying to hold on to a buzz-saw.´ ³I think I can last. Jack put the left in his face and Walcott took it. Jack stepped forward.´ Jack says to Walcott. measured him and then hooked the left very light to the side of Jack¶s head and socked the right into the body as hard as he could sock. I saw the sweat come out on his face like somebody had squeezed it and a big drop went down his nose. ³Go in there.´ Jack says.´ he said. ³Walcott on a foul. He went out slow. The referee looked at John and waved Walcott on. If he went down there went fifty thousand bucks. John was hanging on to the ropes. ³I¶m all right. The referee looks at John and then he shakes his head. There was all this yelling going on. His money was all right and now he wanted to finish it off right to please himself. The referee was talking with the judges and then the announcer got into the ring with the megaphone and says.

´ John says into his ear.´ John says. ³It¶s all right. ³I¶m sorry. ³They certainly tried a nice double-cross. He goes out through all that mob in his bathrobe to the dressing-room. When he¶s got something supporting it his face doesn¶t look so bad.´ John said.´ John says. A lot of people want to slap Jack on the back. ³No. His face has still got that awful drawn look. Jack¶s sitting on the chair. you¶re the champion now. Jack went to his corner walking that funny jerky way and we got him down through the ropes and through the reporters¶ tables and out down the aisle. That¶s the way the money was bet in the Garden. I¶ve got his gloves off and he¶s holding himself in down there with both hands. He lies there with his eyes shut.´ 61 . Once we got inside the dressing-room. ³I¶m sorry I fouled your boy. ³It¶s funny how fast you can think when it means that much money.´ Jack says.´ Jack says to him. ³It¶ll look good. ³We want to get to the hotel and get a doctor. ³I didn¶t mean to foul you. They¶ve picked Walcott up and they¶re working on him.´ John says. He looks too damned sick. Jack lay down and shut his eyes.´ John says.´ Jack says. ³Go over and say you¶re sorry.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN The referee is talking to John and he says. Jack. ³I hope you get a hell of a lot of fun out of it. There¶re a lot of people in Walcott¶s corner. ³You got nice friends.´ Jack says. ³You¶re some boy. Solly. ³What could I do? Jack wouldn¶t take the foul. It¶s a popular win for Walcott.´ Jack says. Nobody speaks to Jack. ³Your friends Morgan and Steinfelt. ³I¶m all busted inside.´ Jack says. ³Hello.´ He lies there.´ Walcott doesn¶t say anything. He leans over Walcott.´ ³Leave the kid alone.´ Freedman just looks at him.´ Solly Freedman says. Then when he¶s groggy he fouls him. ³Well.´ Jack stands up and the sweat comes out all over his face. ³I¶m sorry as hell. I put the bathrobe around him and he holds himself in with one hand under the bathrobe and goes across the ring. Jack.´ Jack says. his eyes are open now. ³It was nothing.´ Jack said.´ ³He¶d lost it anyway.

Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN A SIMPLE ENQUIRY OUTSIDE. He leaned forward on the table to read and puffed at his pipe.´ the adjutant heard the major say. ³Yes. the sun went behind a mountain and there was no more light on the wall of the hut. The major sat at a table against the wall.´ the major called. He could not enjoy reading until it was done. Pinin.´ the adjutant answered. and went into the back of the but again. the snow was higher than the window. Around the major¶s eyes were two white circles where his snow-glasses had protected his face from the sun on the snow. He knocked on the half-opened door.´ he said to the adjutant. he stroked his nose very delicately between his fingers. I asked if you had been in love²with a girl. Pinin stood beside the bunk. The sunlight came in through the window and shone on a map on the pine-board wall of the hut. Then he closed the book and put it back in his pocket. Pinin came into the room. ³The major wants you. ³You¶ll finish up. Pinin walked across the main room of the but toward the major¶s door. Signor Maggiore. When he had finished he stood up. ³Tonani. The major lay with his head on the rucksack that he had stuffed with spare clothing to make a pillow. He was very careful to drain his fingers on the edge of the saucer so there was only a film of oil on them.´ the adjutant said. reflected heat against the snow and widened the trench. His nose was swollen and there were edges of loose skin where blisters had been. Signor Maggiore. burned.´ ³You have ever been in love?´ ³How do you mean. touching it very gently with the tips of his fingers. His hands lay on the blankets. and each clear day the sun. took the saucer of oil. putting the pine wood in carefully. A soldier came in and put some pine branches.´ ³Yes. Signor Maggiore?´ ³In love²with a girl?´ ³I have been with girls. ³I¶m going to take a little sleep. ³Be soft.´ the adjutant said to him. In that army an adjutant is not a commissioned officer. The adjutant went on with his papers. The sun was high and the light came in over the top of the snow.´ 62 .´ Pinin was the major¶s orderly. and after he had stroked his forehead and his cheeks.´ ³I did not ask that. and went into a small room of the hut where he slept. His adjutant sat at another table. ³You are nineteen?´ he asked. He leaned back in his chair and yawned. oiled face looked at Pinin. ³The major is sleeping. He had too much paper-work to get through.´ Inside the room the major lay on his bunk. shut the door. While he worked at the papers he put the forgers of his left hand into a saucer of oil and then spread the oil over his face. A trench had been cut along the open side of the hut. It was late March. Outside.´ ³Pinin!´ the adjutant called. He took a paper-covered book out of the pocket of his coat and opened it. The rest of his face had been burned and then tanned and then burned through the tan. shining on the wall. into the stove. ³and shut the door. then laid it down on the table and lit his pipe. ³Signor Maggiore?´ ³Send Pinin in to me. and he fixed the stove. ³Signor Maggiore?´ ³Come in. He was a dark-faced boy. chopped into irregular lengths. His long.

´ ³And. not smiling.´ the major looked at him quickly. You can go back to your platoon if you like. 63 . Pinin was flushed and moved differently than he had moved when he brought in the wood for the fire. The little devil.´ Pinin stood still beside the bunk. Signor Maggiore.´ the major said. ³And you are quite sure that you love a girl?´ ³I am sure. ³You¶re a good boy. His hands were folded on the blankets. ³but I do not write her. The adjutant looked after him and smiled. looking at his cloth-covered helmet and his snow-glasses that hung from a nail on the wall. The major. ³I won¶t touch you.´ ³You are in love with this girl now? You don¶t write her.´ the major said. Pinin. ³Don¶t be afraid.´ Pinin said. corrupt.´ Pinin looked at the floor. Signor Maggiore?´ ³No. down and up him. he thought. ³Go on and get on with whatever you were doing. But you had better stay on as my servant.´ ³I am in love with her. µthat you are not corrupt?´ ³I don¶t know what you mean. ³can you hear me talking?´ There was no answer from the next room.´ ³Tonani.´ the major said.´ Pinin went out. heard him walk across the floor.´ the major said in the same tone of voice.´ ³You are sure of this?´ ³I am sure.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Yes. ³You¶re a good boy.´ he said. Then he went on.´ the major said. You¶ve less chance of being killed.´ ³Do you want anything of me. The major leaned his head back on the rucksack and smiled. Pinin came in with more wood for the stove. ³That your great desire isn¶t really²´ Pinin looked at the floor. Leave the door open when you go out. ³He cannot hear. Pinin looked at the floor. ³You needn¶t be superior. He was really relieved: life in the army was too complicated. and at his hands. I wonder if he lied to me. The major looked at his brown face. lying on his bunk. I read all your letters. But don¶t be superior and be careful someone else doesn¶t come along and take you. The adjutant looked up at him as he walked awkwardly across the room and out of the door. leaving the door open. ³And you really don¶t want²´ the major paused.´ ³All right.

´ 64 . ³No. and dragged an Indian out of the wheel rut. It was hard pulling for the horses and the boys got down and walked. ³Pa was down into the road and back up again before I seen a thing. Pa. ³You got an Indian girl. ³You stop laughing. The wagon went along the road through the woods.´ ³It was further on.´ ³It don¶t make no difference where it was. Nickie?´ Joe asked.´ ³All Indians wear the same kind of pants.´ Frank said. I guess. jumped down into the road.´ ³Them Indians. ³One place is just as good as another to run over a skunk.´ Joe Garner said.´ said Mrs. The Indian had been asleep. ³They ought to put some gravel on that stretch. I thought he was killing a snake. He was looking out from the back seat to see the Indian where Joe had dragged him alongside of the road. Nick was on the back seat with the two Garner boys.´ Joe Garner said. ³Right here was where Pa ran over the skunk.´ Nick said. ³That makes nine of them. face down in the sand. Nick looked back from the top of the hill by the schoolhouse.´ ³Stop talking that way. driving home late from town in the big wagon with Joe Garner and his family.´ ³She¶s not.´ Joe Garner laughed.´ Carl said.´ Frank said.´ ³They were coons probably.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN TEN INDIANS AFTER one Fourth of July. Joe dragged him into the bushes and got back up on the wagon-box.´ ³His pants looked mighty like Billy. ³just between here and the edge of town. The road came out into a clearing. The road was sandy. Joe and Mrs.´ Mrs.´ ³Have you got an Indian girl.´ ³I didn¶t see him at all. Garner said.´ said Mrs. They drove along. ³I won¶t have Carl talk that way. Nick sat between the two boys. Garner. ³They were skunks. they smell about the same. They were looking for dead fish along the beach. Garner sat close together on the front seat.´ Joe said without turning his head. Garner. They climbed back into the wagon again. He remembered there were nine because Joe Garner. pulled up the horses.´ ³You ought to. ³Well.´ ³He has too.´ Carl said. ³No. He saw the lights of Petoskey and. Garner. ³Where?´ ³Down by the lake. ³Prudence Mitchell¶s his girl. Nick. the lights of Harbor Springs. Joe. Carl. passed nine drunken Indians along the road.´ said Mrs. ³Them Indians.´ ³Plenty of Indians¶ll kill snakes tonight. I guess I know skunks.´ Joe said.´ ³I saw two skunks last night. The road turned off from the main highway and went up into the hills. driving along in the dusk. ³Was it Billy Tableshaw?´ Carl asked. off across Little Traverse Bay.

´ ³That¶s the way to talk. ³not even a squaw. went inside.´ Joe Garner said. The path was smooth and the dew was cool on his bare feet. Nickie.´ his mother said. Garner. ³I see them together every day.´ ³Good night.´ Joe Garner called. Garner unlocked the door. I think Dad probably waited for me. Garner was building a fire in the stove. Good night.´ ³We like to have you. pull into it.´ Joe Garner said. went down through a ravine. Carl. He climbed a fence at the end of the meadow.´ his father said.´ Frank said. ³Well. ³What you laughing at?´ asked Frank. ³You shut up.´ Carl was quiet. Nickie!´ ³Good night. Nick.´ Nick.´ ³Don¶t you think it. Mrs. ³I got a good girl. Carl and Nick unloaded the things from the back of the wagon. Send Carl up to the house. Nickie.´ ³Carl can¶t get a girl. Mrs.´ ³Oh shucks. the wagon jolting. Joe and Frank were milking. his feet wet in the swamp mud. ³Well.´ he said. Mrs. you had plenty of girls in your time. ³Nickie can have Prudence. ³You better watch out to keep Prudie. will you?´ ³All right. and came out with a lamp in her hand.´ ³I¶ll bet pa wouldn¶t ever have had a squaw for a girl.´ Nick walked barefooted along the path through the meadow below the barn.´ ³Well. sitting between the two boys in the dark. that¶s what you would say.´ ³Yes.´ his wife warned.´ ³You¶re all right. Garner. At the farmhouse everybody got down.´ Nick said.´ His wife whispered to him and Joe laughed. Nick. ³Aren¶t you going to stay and eat?´ ³No. ³Listen to him. ³Good night. ³Thanks for taking me. Will you tell Carl his mother wants him?´ ³All right. Garner said. She turned from pouring kerosene on the wood. Mrs. Garner. Garner moved close to Joe as the wagon jolted. ³Girls never got a man anywhere. You¶ll have to pull harder than this tomorrow. He climbed over the fence and walked around to the front porch. Won¶t you stay and eat some supper?´ ³I better go. The horses were pulling heavily in the sand. ³Good-bye.´ Nick went out the farmyard and down to the barn. Joe laughed again. I can¶t. Frank sat on the front seat to drive to the barn and put up the horses. Joe reached out in the dark with the whip.´ Mrs.´ Joe said.´ ³I had a wonderful time.´ ³I don¶t. Nick opened the door and went in.´ Mrs. and then climbed up through the dry beech woods until he saw the lights of the cottage.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³He goes to see her every day. Look at your pa. ³She ain¶t my girl. ³I had a swell time. reading in the light from the big lamp. Nick went up the steps and opened the kitchen door. Nickie.´ Nick said. get along then.´ said Carl. ³Don¶t you say it. felt hollow and happy inside himself to be teased about Prudence Mitchell.´ ³Good night.´ They trotted down the long hill. ³Carl ain¶t no good with girls. ³was it a good day?´ 65 . Through the window he saw his father sitting by the table. ³Come on.

yes. His father reached over to the shelf for the pie. Nick went on into the kitchen. ³What did you do this afternoon?´ Nick asked.´ ³How did you know it was them?´ ³I saw them.´ ³Didn¶t you see anybody at all?´ ³I saw your friend. Dad?´ ³I went out fishing in the morning.´ Nick¶s father went ahead with the lamp. I saw them. Dad. ³Frank Washburn.´ His father sat watching Nick eat the pie.´ ³What did you get?´ ³Only perch.´ ³Did you see anybody?´ ³The Indians were all in town getting drunk. Five to three. They were having quite a time. ³Will that hold you?´ ³It¶s grand.´ ³Who was it with her?´ Nick asked. ³Who won the ball game?´ ³Petoskey.´ His father was not looking at him.´ he said.´ his father said. His father brought in a piece of cold chicken on a plate and a pitcher of milk and put them on the table before Nick.´ His father sat watching him eat and filled his glass from the milk-pitcher. It was huckleberry pie.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³I had a swell time.´ ³Were they²were they²´ ³Were they what?´ ³Were they happy?´ 66 . He stopped and lifted the lid of the ice-box. ³What did you do.´ ³Come on out to the kitchen.´ ³Where was she?´ ³She was in the woods with Frank Washburn.´ ³I thought you said you didn¶t see them. ³What were they doing?´ ³I didn¶t stay to find out.´ ³What did you do with your shoes?´ ³I left them in the wagon at Garner¶s. It was a swell Fourth of July. He cut Nick a big piece. He put down the lamp. ³I just heard them threshing around.´ His father sat down in a chair beside the oilcloth-covered table. Prudie.´ ³Oh. He made a big shadow on the kitchen wall. I ran on to them. Nick drank and wiped his mouth on his napkin. ³I went for a walk up by the Indian camp.´ ³I don¶t know.´ ³Tell me what they were doing. ³There¶s some pie too.´ ³Are you hungry?´ ³You bet.

Nick lay in the bed with his face in the pillow. ³Where were they in the woods?´ asked Nick.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³I guess so. ³My heart¶s broken.´ His father cleared off the table.´ ³No. and after a while he forgot to think about Prudence and finally he went to sleep.´ After a while he heard his father blow out the lamp and go into his own room. ³You better have another piece. ³You better go to bed. and got into bed. When he came back Nick was looking at his plate.´ His father got up from the table and went out of the kitchen screen door.´ Nick went into his room.´ said Nick. He heard his father moving around in the living-room. Nick. In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken. ³If I feel this way my heart must be broken. He heard a wind come up in the trees outside and felt it come in cool through the screen. When he awoke in the night he heard the wind in the hemlock trees outside the cottage and the waves of the lake coming in on the shore. and he went back to sleep. I don¶t want any. 67 . ³Have some more?´ His father picked up the knife to cut the pie. undressed. He had been crying.´ ³All right. ³No.´ he thought. His father said. ³Up back of the camp. He lay for a long time with his face in the pillow.´ Nick looked at his plate.

and after the American lady had come out of the washroom. bought that day¶s French papers. The canary from Palermo.´ It was very hot in the train and it was very hot in the lit salon compartment. a cloth spread over his cage. where it stopped for twelve minutes. There was a blue light outside the compartment. She walked a little way along the station platform. ³We only had an hour ashore and it was Sunday morning. Motor-cars were stopped along the road and bedding and things from inside the farmhouse were spread in the field. and outside the window were dusty trees and an oiled road and flat fields of grapes. In the morning the train was near Paris. even occasionally. ³He loves the sun. On the station platforms were Negro soldiers.´ 68 . The train left Avignon station with the Negroes standing there. red stone house with a garden and four thick palm trees with tables under them in the shade. In the night the American lady lay without sleeping because the train was a rapide and went very fast and she was afraid of the speed in the night. Many people were watching the house burn. the canary was shaking his feathers in the sunlight that came through the open window. the beds had been pushed back into the wall and made into seats. He really sings very beautifully. At the news-stand Frenchmen.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN A CANARY FOR ONE THE train passed very quickly a long. The American lady was a little deaf and she was afraid that perhaps signals of departure were given and that she did not hear them. Then there was a cutting through a red stone and clay. The train stayed twenty-five minutes in the station at Marseilles and the American lady bought a copy of the Daily Mail and a half-bottle of Evian water. with grey-stone hills behind them.´ the American lady said. and the sea was only occasionally and far below against the rocks. ³He¶ll sing now in a little while. the train had left with no signal of departure and she had only gotten on just in time. When she came back to the lit salon compartment again. There was no breeze came through the open window. As it was getting dark the train passed a farmhouse burning in a field. and the train was much nearer Paris. and all night the train went very fast and the American lady lay awake and waited for a wreck. looking back. On the other side was the sea. There was smoke from many tall chimneys coming into Marseilles. ³I bought him in Palermo. then an open window. The American lady¶s bed was the one next to the window. and had taken the cloth off the bird-cage and hung the cage in the sun. People got on and off.´ the American lady said. was out of the draught in the corridor that went into the compartment washroom. After it was dark the train was in Avignon. looking very wholesome and middle-aged and American in spite of not having slept. Their faces were very black and they were too tall to stare. The train left the station in Marseilles and there was not only the switch-yards and the factory smoke but. she went back to the restaurant car for breakfast. then the corridor. close under the electric light. the town of Marseilles and the harbor with stone hills behind it and the last of the sun on the water. returning to Paris. The American lady pulled the window-blind down and there was no more sea. and the train slowed down and followed one track through many others into the station. but she stayed near the steps of the car because at Cannes. The man wanted to be paid in dollars and I gave him a dollar and a half. On the other side there was glass. A short white sergeant was with them. Inside the lit salon compartment the porter had pulled down the three beds from inside the wall and prepared them for sleeping. They wore brown uniforms and were tall and their faces shone.

´ said the American lady. ³I don¶t think so. ³Americans make the best husbands.´ ³I thought you were English. They had her measurements. The train crossed a river and passed through a very carefully tended forest. however. ³She wouldn¶t eat anything and she wouldn¶t sleep at all. Altogether there had only been these two in the twenty years.´ said my wife. I¶ve tried so very hard. of course. Before the present vendeuse.´ the American lady was saying.´ said my wife. who was talking to my wife. then he dropped his bill and pecked into his feathers again. For several minutes I had not listened to the American lady. and the duty was never exorbitant because they opened the dresses there in the post office to appraise them and they were always very simple-looking and with no gold lace nor ornaments that would make the dresses look expensive. American men make the best husbands.´ the American lady said. ³Is your husband American too?´ asked the lady. The exchange. 69 . ³I¶m taking him home to my little girl. The train passed through many outside of Paris towns. I couldn¶t have her marrying a foreigner. that went back and forth to the suburbs with. there had been another vendeuse. people in all the seats and on the roofs. and cars. at certain hours. though. ³I suppose not.´ The canary chirped and the feathers on his throat stood out. ³We¶re both Americans.´ ³Did she get over it?´ asked my wife. It had always been the same couturier.´ The American lady admired my wife¶s traveling coat. ³That was why we left the Continent. There were train-cars in the towns and big advertisements for the Belle Jardiniére and Dubonnet and Pernod on the walls toward the train. and a vendeuse who knew her and her tastes picked the dresses out for her and they were sent to America. named Thérèse. if that train still left at five. no.¶ ´ ³No. There²he¶s singing now. she read lips.´ ³How long ago did you leave Vevey?´ asked my wife. with seats on the roofs. All that the train passed through looked as though it were before breakfast. ³They were simply madly in love.´ ³Perhaps that was because I wore braces. if that were the way it were still done. There were many cars standing on tracks²brown wooden restaurant cars and brown wooden sleeping cars that would go to Italy at five o¶clock that night. ³American men are the only men in the world to marry. She doesn¶t care about things.´ ³Oh.´ She stopped again. ³I¶m so glad you¶re Americans.´ I said. had gone up. My daughter fell in love with a man in Vevey. µNo foreigner can make an American girl a good husband. and I had not looked toward her. The train was now coming into Paris.´ the American lady said to my wife. I was getting down the bags. and it turned out that the American lady had bought her own clothes for twenty years now from the same maison de couture in the Rue Saint Honoré. to keep my English character. named Amélie. told me once. They came to the post office near where she lived up-town in New York. but she doesn¶t seem to take an interest in anything. ³Someone. She went on talking to my wife. I had started to say suspenders and changed it to braces in the mouth. She was really quite deaf. The American lady did not hear. a very good friend. ³I¶ve always loved birds. Nothing had eaten any breakfast. and passing were the white walls and many windows of houses. ³Yes. Prices. They had her daughter¶s measurements now too.´ She paused. The fortifications were leveled but grass had not grown.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN The canary shook his feathers and pecked in them. ³I took her away. the cars were marked Paris-Rome. I had looked out of the window. equalized that. you know.´ She stopped. She was grown up and there was not much chance of their changing now.

We followed the porter with the truck down the long cement platform beside the train. ³We were there on our honeymoon. They were splintered open and the roofs sagged in. We were returning to Paris to set up separate residences.´ said the American lady. of course. I¶ll never travel on a rapide again at night. I had no idea. ³He was from a very good family in Vevey.´ said my wife. ³Yes. ³Yes. 70 .´ said my wife.´ said the American lady. and my wife said good-bye and I said good-bye to the American lady whose name had been found by the man from Cook¶s on a typewritten page in a sheaf of typewritten pages which he replaced in his pocket.´ The American lady looked and saw the last car. There must be other comfortable trains that don¶t go so fast.´ ³Were you there in the fall?´ ³Yes. At the end was a gate and a man took the tickets. ³I was afraid of that all night. We were passing three cars that had been in a wreck.´ The train was in the dark of the Gare de Lyons.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Two years ago this fall. ³There¶s been a wreck. that I¶m taking the canary to. They used to go on long walks together.´ said my wife.´ she said. madame.´ said my wife.´ ³Were you really? That must have been lovely. that she¶d fall in love with him. ³Look.´ The porter brought a truck and piled on the baggage. and then stopped and porters came up to the windows. ³I have terrific presentiments about things sometimes. ³We had a very fine room and in the fall the country was lovely.´ said my wife. you know.´ said the American lady. They met there in Vevey.´ ³It was a very lovely place. and the American lady put herself in charge of one of three men from Cook¶s who said: ³Just a moment. It¶s her.´ ³Was the man your daughter was in love with a Swiss?´ ³Yes. ³Isn¶t it lovely? Where did you stop there?´ ³We stayed at the Trois Couronnes.´ ³I know Vevey.´ I said. and we were out on the dim longness of the platform. I handed bags through the windows. and I¶ll look for your name. He was going to be an engineer. ³It¶s such a fine old hotel.

The only shadows were made by rocks or by the hut that was built under the protection of a rock beside a glacier. The sun melted the snow from the skis we were carrying and dried the wood. away from the unnatural high mountain spring.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN AN ALPINE IDYLL IT was hot coming down into the valley even in the early morning.´ ³Well. A little too much sun.¶ ´ ³They never answer. It was pleasant to be burned black but the sun had been very tiring. and it was good to be down in the valley. The taste was a part of the way I felt about skiing. It was spring in the valley but the sun was very hot. and in the shade the sweat froze in your underclothing. We¶ll drink it inside. In the bright May morning the grave-filling looked unreal.´ John said. We had been skiing in the Silvretta for a month. into this May morning in the valley. ³You¶d think they¶d like to say µGrüss Gott. ³Grüss Gott. I was glad there were other things beside skiing. the snow was only good in the early morning and again in the evening. The rest of the time it was spoiled by the sun. The priest bowed. We came along the road into Galtur carrying our skis and rucksacks.´ John said. In the Silvretta the skiing had been all right. I could taste the snow water we had been drinking melted off the tin roof of the hut. It was too late in the spring to be up in the Silvretta. The peasant in the high boots took the spade from the sexton and went on filling in the grave²spreading the earth evenly as a man spreading manure in a garden. The innkeeper sat on the porch of the inn his chair tipped back against the wall. ³Schön. You could not rest in it. ³Heil!´ we said and leaned the skis against the wall and took off our packs.´ The proprietor brought two bottles and we drank them while we read the letters. I was glad to be down away from snow. I was a little tired of skiing. A girl brought it this time. ³Ski-heil!´ said the innkeeper. The innkeeper went in with us and unlocked his office and brought out our mail.´ I said to John.´ We went on up the road past the houses of the town to the inn. but it was spring skiing.´ The cook sat on in his chair. There was a bundle of letters and some papers. You could not get away from the sun. ³How was it up above?´ asked the innkeeper.´ ³Yes. As we passed the churchyard a burial was just over.´ I said. I could not imagine anyone being dead.´ John said. ³Imagine being buried on a day like this. ³we don¶t have to do it. ³I wouldn¶t like it. The sexton stopped shoveling and straightened his back. 71 . There¶s too much sun this time of year. and I was glad to be down. A peasant with a black beard and high leather boots stood beside the grave. We stopped in the road and watched the sexton shoveling in the new earth. ³Let¶s get some beer. ³It¶s funny a priest never speaks to you. You could not sit outside the but without dark glasses.´ John said. We had stayed too long.´ to the priest as he walked past us coming out of the churchyard. She smiled as she opened the bottles. Beside him sat the cook. ³We better have some more beer. We were both tired of the sun. I said. ³Good.

brought it out full of coins and counted out the change.´ The sun came through the open window and shone through the beer bottles on the table. ³What will it be?´ asked the sexton. ³Yes. The girl came in and stood by their table. ³What will you drink?´ ³Schnapps. They talked in dialect. ³I¶d forgotten what beer tasted like.´ the peasant repeated to the girl.´ ³Prosit. The sexton watched him. John was leaning forward with his head on his arms.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³Many letters.´ 72 . He leaned out of the window and looked up the road. The peasant went out of the door.´ he said. The trees beside the road were dusty. The peasant did not seem to see her. The innkeeper was disgusted. He was asleep.´ ³Well. The sexton was amused.´ ³You oughtn¶t to ever do anything too long. The peasant stood up. He sat down at the table. ³It¶s no good doing a thing too long. John had his head forward on the table. Outside on the porch the cook got off his chair and passed into the hall that led back into the kitchen. Beyond was a green field and a stream. They came into the drinking room. The girl came up. As soon as he was gone the innkeeper came into the room again and spoke to the sexton. because it was very cold. The innkeeper went out of the room. He was a little man with a moustache. He sat with his hands on the table.´ she said.´ John said.´ she said and went out.´ ³No. The sexton stood up from the table. There were four crows walking in the green field. ³Alles. Through the window I saw two men come up the front steps. She put her hand in the pocket of her apron. Many. They sat down at the table under the window. The bottles were half full. taking the empty bottles.´ the sexton said. ³There he goes in. Inside. ³Alles. not much.´ John said.´ the peasant said. The other was the sexton. ³we¶ve got it now. ³In the Lowen?´ ³Ja. Through the open side of the mill I saw a long log and a saw in it rising and falling. The girl brought the drinks and the peasant drank the schnapps. ³Alles?´ she asked. We were up there too long. He spoke in dialect and the sexton answered him. No one seemed to be tending it. The innkeeper came in and went over to the table. ³Up in the hut I used to think about it a lot. ³Let me buy the wine. the sunlight shone through the empty glasses on the table. One was the bearded peasant in the high boots.´ ³Too damn long. The peasant looked out of the window. There were patches on the elbows. He looked out of the window. It collared up when you poured it into the tall glasses. He wore his old army clothes. There was a little froth on the beer in the bottles. One crow sat in a tree watching. ³And a quarter liter of red wine.´ the sexton told the girl. He took a folded ten-thousand kronen note out of a leather pocket-book and unfolded it.´ he said.´ I said. There were trees along the stream and a mill with a water wheel. The peasant did not pay any attention.´ ³I hadn¶t. I looked out of the open window at the white road.

bringing his little bottle of wine and his glass.´ he said to the sexton.´ The sexton came.´ ³He¶s a beast. on skis until the snow melts.´ the innkeeper said. ³Franz. We shook hands. He looked at it. and he notified the commune. He sat down.´ ³Do you understand dialect?´ the innkeeper asked.´ The girl brought the menu. ³Another quarter liter?´ ³All right. ³Won¶t you have a drink with us?´ I asked the innkeeper. ³What will you drink?´ I asked. ³No. The menu was written in ink on a card and the card slipped into a wooden paddle.´ ³I can¶t understand it. ³In the report to the commune she died of heart trouble. The girl will bring the eating-card. We knew she had heart trouble here. ³today he brought his wife in to be buried. he couldn¶t bring her over to be buried until the snow was gone.´ said the sexton. ³We saw that one at a funeral coming in to town. You wouldn¶t believe what just happened to that one. from where he lives.´ ³Oh.´ ³That was his wife. ³No. She did not come for a long time.´ ³Yes.´ said the sexton.´ ³December eighteenth.´ I said. anyway. She used to faint in church sometimes.´ ³What¶s it all about?´ John asked. didn¶t want to bury her.´ said the innkeeper.´ John said. ³That makes nothing. All these peasants are beasts. we were up early. when he looked at her face.´ the innkeeper said. ³But he belongs to this parish.´ I said to John. He can only come. ³There¶s the speise-karte. So today he brought her in to be buried and the priest.´ ³He lives on the other side of the Paznaun. When the priest uncovered her face he 73 . ³What is there to eat?´ ³Anything you want. The innkeeper was a tall man and old. ³It goes too fast for me. She died last December then. She wasn¶t strong to climb.´ said the sexton.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN They talked again and then the innkeeper came over to our table.´ ³He couldn¶t bring her out at all?´ I asked. You go on and tell it.´ The innkeeper spoke to the sexton. ³Speak German. She died last November.´ ³That peasant. ³The gentlemen are just come down from the Wiesbadenerhütte.´ ³How do you mean?´ ³You wouldn¶t believe it.´ ³It was very funny with the priest. He was still sleepy. He looked at John asleep.´ ³December. ³Those peasants are beasts. John woke up. come over here.´ Franz shook his finger.´ said the sexton. ³Nothing. coming into town. ³Anyway. ³He¶s going to tell us about the peasant we saw filling the grave. not dialect.´ ³You wouldn¶t believe it.´ ³Will you want to eat soon?´ ³Any time. ³He¶s pretty tired.´ ³Tell me.

after he knew about his wife.´ said the innkeeper. Go on Franz. ³Say. µWhen I came in the house she was dead across the bed. µI loved her fine. The priest looked at him. I loved her.´ said John. µYou want to know?¶ ³ µI must know. ³ µYou¶d better find out. ³ µDid you do that many times?¶ ³ µEvery time I went to work in the shed at night.¶ Olz said.´ I said.´ ³Where did he go now?´ ³He¶s gone to drink at my colleague¶s. the Lowen!´ ³He didn¶t want to drink with me.´ ³ µWhy did you do that?¶ asked the priest. ³These peasants are beasts. µDid you love your wife?¶ ³ µJa. ³Do you think it¶s true?´ I asked the innkeeper.´ ³How about eating?´ John asked. Olz didn¶t say anything. ³Sure it¶s true.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN asked Olz.´ said the sexton. and put the blanket back.¶ ´ ³The priest looked at her again.´ ³This is where it¶s good. ³ µI don¶t know.¶ said Olz. µwhen she died I made the report to the commune and I put her in the shed across the top of the big wood. µDid your wife suffer much?¶ µNo. 74 . ³He didn¶t want to drink with him.¶ the priest said.¶ said Olz.´ he said. ³You understand it all about his wife?´ ³I heard it. When I started to use the big wood she was stiff and I put her up against the wall.¶ ³ µIt was very wrong. I hung the lantern from it.¶ said Olz. ³How about eating?´ ³All right.´ the innkeeper said. Olz looked back at the priest. ³You order.¶ said the priest. ³ µHow did her face get that way?¶ ³ µI don¶t know.¶ the priest said.¶ ´ ³Did you understand it all?´ asked the innkeeper. He didn¶t like it.¶ Olz said.´ ³ µWell.´ I said. ³Listen to this. Her mouth was open and when I came to the shed at night to cut up the big wood.

Turner said. ³Mister Campbell. The burlesque show caught William Campbell at Kansas City.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN A PURSUIT RACE WILLIAM CAMPBELL had been in a pursuit race with a burlesque show ever since Pittsburgh. I¶m just talking through a sheet. The electric light had been burning all night. He turned off the electric light.´ Mr. You aren¶t funny.´ he said. Billy. It made his stomach feel better. ³I don¶t work for you any more. and someone lying in the bed completely covered by bedclothes.´ ³You¶re talking through a sheet all right. Turner.´ Mr. Campbell had said: ³Come in!´ When Mr. In a pursuit race. ³You¶re a drunken fool. Turner said. the manager of the burlesque show. It was very cold in Kansas City and he was in no hurry to go out. If none of the riders are caught the winner of the race is the one who has gained the most distance.´ William Campbell said.´ William Campbell said from underneath the covers. Turner came into the room he saw clothing on a chair. He was a middle-aged man with a large stomach and a bald head and he had many things to do. Mr. It was warm and white and close under the covers. ³You can¶t fire me because I¶ve got down off my bicycle.´ William Campbell said. He reached under the bed for a bottle and drank.´ William Campbell said.´ he said. Do you want to hear what I know?´ ³No. an open suitcase. speaking directly against the sheet and feeling the texture with his lips. He was in bed when the manager of the burlesque troupe came into his room and after the manager had gone out he decided that he might as well stay in bed. I was just talking.´ ³I¶m not being funny. It was now ten o¶clock in the morning.´ ³Good. Turner had been a little strange. riders start at equal intervals to ride after one another. Turner stood beside the bed. ³Oh. ³I love it under a sheet.´ ³You know that anyway. Turner. yes.´ He pulled the sheet up over his face again. In most pursuit races.´ 75 . Turner said. When the burlesque show caught up with him he was in bed.´ said William Campbell.´ ³You¶re drunk. ³You¶re a fool. ³Because really I don¶t know anything at all. Turner had knocked on the door. one of the riders is caught inside of six miles. in bicycle racing. ³I¶ll fix it up if you want to do it. As long as he preceded the burlesque show as advance man he was being paid. ³You ought to stop off here. Turner. ³I know enough so I don¶t mind looking at you at all. Mr. As soon as a rider is caught and passed he is out of the race and must get down from his bicycle and leave the track. the bottle on a chair beside the bed. ³Did you ever talk through a sheet?´ ³Don¶t try to be funny.´ Mr. had refused a drink. William Campbell¶s interview with Mr. William Campbell had hoped to hold a slight lead over the burlesque show until they reached the Pacific coast. When did you get into this town?´ ³I got into this town last night. He found he liked to talk through a sheet.´ ³I know a lot. He did not like Kansas City.´ ³You can go now. Mr.´ Campbell said. speaking against the sheet. They ride very fast because the race is usually limited to a short distance and if they slow their riding another rider who maintains his pace will make up the space that separated them equally at the start. and take a cure. if there are only two riders. ³You can¶t fire me. Mr. He pulled down the sheet and looked at Mr.

Turner said.´ Turner said. Turner.´ ³You just can¶t quit like that. ³It isn¶t far from London. from just above the wrist to the elbow.´ William Campbell shut his eyes and took a deep breath.´ ³No. I¶m not drunk. sheet? It¶s all in the price of the room.´ William Campbell said.´ ³No.´ ³They got a cure for that. Every time I take a drink he goes outside the room. Turner have a drink. don¶t you. then shoved the right forearm out. ³He¶s a lovely wolf.´ He moved his tongue round and round on the sheet. You can¶t just take to that stuff. I mean you got to fight it out. If that¶s what you mean. 76 .´ ³The hell you have. All my life I have been perfectly happy. were small blue circles around tiny dark blue punctures. Turner.´ William Campbell said. dear Sliding Billy. But I¶ve got my wolf back. Billy. until something were done against it.´ ³The Keeley.´ ³Oh.t¶s. ³I drink a little now once in a while. ³You just can¶t quit at your age and take to pumping yourself full of that stuff because you got into a jam.´ William Campbell said. ³I¶ve had him for a week.´ He shut his eyes and opened them. without there ever being the relief of sickness. I just asked you how long you¶ve been stewed.´ William Campbell held the sheet around his head.´ He touched the sheet with his tongue.´ William Campbell said. It isn¶t bad.´ said Mr.´ Mr. I¶m not. ³Listen Billy. ³Dear sheet. He can¶t stand alcohol. I am perfectly happy. ³Dear sheet. He knew that this nausea would increase steadily. I have a surprise for you. yes. I¶m hopped to the eyes. just to drive the wolf out of the room. ³I don¶t want to take a cure at all. Billy. ³Take a look. ³No. Billy?´ ³Haven¶t I done my work?´ ³Sure. He breathed against it gently. He¶s just like he always was. ³How long have you been stewed. It was at this point that he suggested that Mr. Just like in Japan.´ he said. ³Listen.´ µSliding Billy¶ Turner said. ³They haven¶t got a cure for anything. He sat on the bed. ³Be careful of my sheet. The circles almost touched one another. ³That¶s the new development. ³I can kiss this sheet and see right through it at the same time.´ ³No.´ he said. Billy.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³I don¶t want to take a cure.´ ³There¶s a law against it. He looked at Mr.´ ³You are drunk.´ On the forearm. ³You got to take a cure. you think I¶m drunk.´ ³No. Billy.´ ³How long have you been this way?´ ³What a question!´ William Campbell breathed in and out through the sheet. My dear wolf. He was beginning to feel a slight nausea. You love me. ³I just love sheets.´ William Campbell pulled up the right sleeve of his pajama jacket under the sheet.´ he said. moving the eyelashes against the sheet. ³You won¶t mind the Keeley.´ Billy Campbell caressed the sheet with his lips and his tongue.´ William Campbell said.´ William Campbell shut his eyes. The poor little fellow. ³Pretty sheet.´ he said. No. Mr.´ ³Cut it out about the sheet. ³Look at that.´ ³You¶re drunk and you¶ve had d.´ ³I don¶t know.

Billy.´ said William Campbell.´ ³Are you all right. But he had to go.´ said µSliding Billy¶ Turner. ³I wasn¶t saying. I¶ll just lie here for a little while. You¶re called µSliding Billy¶. yes.´ ³That¶s all right. I¶m called just Billy. It was a temporary measure. you go. ³Everybody¶s got to go. Billy?´ ³I was never so happy in my life. It just catches. That¶s because you can slide. ³I just started to love this sheet. Mr. Billy. Turner said. Turner had been in this room much longer than he should have been. he had a horror of drugs. Turner was a man who knew what things in life were very valuable he did not wake him. Around noon I¶ll get up. It¶s awful when you can¶t slide.´ ³No. He knew there were good cures in Kansas City. Stick to sheets.´ He shut his eyes. Keep away from women and horses and. ³Listen. 77 .´ he said. And if you love sheets.´ William Campbell said. ³If you love horses²´ ³Yes. Billy. you said that. If you love horses you¶ll get horse-s² and if you love eagles you¶ll get eagle-s²´ He stopped and put his head under the sheet. Mr. Billy. it catches. But listen.´ ³Yes. and²´ he stopped ³²eagles.´ ³And you¶re all right?´ ³I¶m fine. That¶s because I never could slide at all. ³I can¶t slide. and he was very fond of William Campbell.´ said µSliding Billy¶ Turner.´ ³All right. I can¶t slide.´ William Campbell said. ³I don¶t know about sheets.´ ³No.´ ³You were saying about sliding.´ He breathed on the sheet and stroked his nose against it. ³I want to tell you something. He stood up.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN Turner declined. what?´ William Campbell looked at him. Every time I try it. It must have been a mistake. he had many things to do. ³Yes. although living in daily association with people who used drugs.´ ³Oh.´ But when Mr. ³If you love women you¶ll get a dose. ³I got to go. You go along.´ ³I have to go. ³You were saying. Billy. William Campbell took a drink from the bottle.´ Mr. He was very sorry for him and he felt a cure might help. I can¶t slide. Billy.´ ³Said what?´ ³About horses and eagles. he did not wish to leave him. ³I got a lot to do. and I¶ll tell you a secret. Turner watched him. Turner came up to William Campbell¶s room at noon William Campbell was sleeping and as Mr. It couldn¶t have been about sliding.´ William Campbell said.´ ³I better go.

[He makes a face. I seen a lot of them²here and plenty of other places. what you put in that. we¶ll have a round of the red.] What¶s the matter with you?´ 3rd Soldier²I got a gut-ache. George?´ Wine-seller²I¶ll tell you. gentlemen. Ask George there. camel chips? Wine-seller²You drink that right down. don¶t I know it?´ 1st Soldier²Say. It¶s a thing I haven¶t taken any interest in. Did he want to come down off the cross. 3rd Soldier²I can¶t drink the damn stuff. 2nd Soldier²Listen. Wine-seller²You were in bad shape. gentlemen.] That¶s a nice little wine. [The third Roman soldier drinks the cup down. 1st Soldier²Take a chance on it. George. I ain¶t tried it. 78 . [He turns to the third Roman soldier who is leaning on a barrel. 1st Soldier²You tried the red? 2nd Soldier²No. George. I don¶t know. Lootenant. 3rd Soldier²Hell. 1st Soldier²Aw. Behind the wooden counter is a Hebrew wine-seller. 2nd Soldier²Show me a guy that doesn¶t want to come down off the cross.] 3rd Soldier²Jesus Christ. It makes my gut sour. 1st Soldier²You better try it. That¶ll fix you up right. 2nd Soldier²You¶ve been drinking water. 2nd Soldier²Why didn¶t he come down off the cross? 1st Soldier²He didn¶t want to come down off the cross. 3rd Soldier²Well. you don¶t know anything about it. can¶t you give this gentleman something to fix his stomach?´ Hebrew Wine-seller²I got it right here. He was pretty good in there to-day. The three Roman soldiers are a little cock-eyed. I wasn¶t out there.] 2nd Soldier²That false alarm! 1st Soldier²Oh. 2nd Soldier²All right. [The third Roman soldier tastes the cup that the wine-seller has mixed for him. hell. I know what fixes up a bad stomach. 3rd Soldier²He was all right. I couldn¶t feel any worse. I mean²I¶ll climb right up with him. George fixed me up fine the other day.] 3rd Soldier²Hey. 1st Soldier²Try some of the red. That¶s not his play. You¶ll like that. Hebrew Wine-seller²Here you are.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN TODAY IS FRIDAY Three Roman soldiers are in a drinking place at eleven o¶clock at night. 1st Soldier²Have a drink of it yourself. 1st Soldier²You been out here too long. There are barrels around the wall. Lootenant. Any time you show me one that doesn¶t want to get down off the cross when the time comes²when the time comes. [He sets down an earthenware pitcher that he has filled from one of the casks. 1st Soldier²I thought he was pretty good in there to-day.

George. I feel like hell tonight. George? Wine-seller²No. let¶s go. 1st Soldier²I was surprised how he acted. 3rd Soldier²The part I don¶t like is the nailing them on. 1st Soldier²Oh. I tell you. big boy. 1st Soldier²Sure. they faded out. 1st Soldier²Just another round.] When the weight starts to pull on ¶em. He was pretty good in there today. 2nd Soldier²What about some more wine?´ [The wine-seller looks up expectantly.] 1st Soldier²You see his girl?´ 2nd Soldier²Wasn¶t I standing right by her? 1st Soldier²She¶s a nice looker. 2nd Soldier²What became of his gang?´ 1st Soldier²Oh. 2nd Soldier²She used to have a lot of stuff. [He winks at the wine-seller. But listen while I tell you something. When they seen him go up there they didn¶t want any of it. Let¶s go. 79 . 2nd Soldier²Sure. you know I got to close. When they first start nailing him. he was pretty good in there today. 2nd Soldier²I knew her before he did. 1st Soldier²Ain¶t I seen ¶em? I seen plenty of them. Lootenant. 2nd Soldier²What¶s the use? This stuff don¶t get you anywhere. But he looked pretty good to me in there today. there isn¶t none of them wouldn¶t stop it if they could. Come on. 2nd Soldier²It isn¶t that that¶s so bad.] 1st Soldier²I used to see her around the town.] 3rd Soldier²I don¶t want any more. come on. they stuck all right. as when they first lift ¶em [He makes a lifting gesture with his two palms together. He never brought her no good luck. I¶ll tell you he looked pretty good to me in there today. [The second Roman soldier smiles at the Hebrew wine-seller. a size smaller than the last one. Hebrew wine-seller²Gentlemen.] 2nd Soldier²You¶re a regular Christer. That¶s when it gets ¶em. 2nd Soldier²Just for two.] No. 1st Soldier²The women stuck all right. I didn¶t take any interest in it. You know.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN 2nd Soldier²You guys don¶t know what I¶m talking about. 1st Soldier²We¶ll have one more round. 1st Soldier²You see me slip the old spear into him? 2nd Soldier²You¶ll get into trouble doing that some day. 2nd Soldier²They were a pretty yellow crowd. 1st Soldier²It was the least I could do for him. He does not look well. [The wine-seller puts out a pitcher of wine. 3rd Soldier²[Getting up from the barrel. he ain¶t lucky. He leans forward on the wooden counter. when the time comes. The third Roman soldier is sitting with his head down. I¶m not saying whether he was good or not. that must get you pretty bad. Just the women stuck by him. What I mean is. 3rd Soldier²It takes some of them pretty bad. go on and kid him. 1st Soldier²Didn¶t you follow it.

3rd Soldier²No. [He looks a little worried. [The three Roman soldiers go out the door into the street. Wine-seller²Good night gentlemen. 3rd Soldier²Come on. Wine-seller²It¶s all right. George is a nice fella. 2nd Soldier²No. gentlemen. I feel like hell tonight. 1st Soldier²Oh. Lootenant?´ 2nd Soldier²What the hell. I feel like hell.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN 1st Soldier²Just one more. let¶s go up to the barracks. We¶re going to go. Good night. George! Wednesday¶s payday. Good night.] [Outside in the street. 2nd Soldier²You been out here too long. George. come on.] 2nd Soldier²George is a kike just like all the rest of them. 2nd Soldier²You been out here too long. That¶s all.] You couldn¶t let me have a little something on account. 2nd Soldier²Everybody¶s a nice fella to you tonight. it ain¶t that. CURTAIN 80 . Put it on the bill. Lootenant.

He read on. exhilarated by new ideas. But they do not try to be smart and are never long-winded. in crowded tenement or comfortable home. stretched flat on a bed in a darkened room in the house in Triana. Forum writers talk to the point. All the papers in Andalucia devoted special supplements to his death. drowning with the pneumonia. sounded the chopping of the axes of the gum-choppers. Across the world in distant Australia. Live the full life of the mind. And meanwhile. Outside. Prize short-stories²will their authors write our best-sellers of tomorrow?´ You will enjoy these warm. Do we want big men²or do we want them cultured? Take Joyce. he thought. I must read them. Can we reconcile the two? Take the case of Young Stribling. slowly spitting out the seeds. Are you a girl of eighteen? Take the case of a Joan of Arc. Inside. twenty-one feet of snow had fallen. And what of our daughters who must take their own Soundings? Nancy Hawthorne is obliged to make her own Soundings in the sea of life. he sat down upon the stove. It was a splendid booklet. American tales. Bravely and sensibly she faces the problems which come to every girl of eighteen. which had been expected for some days.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN BANAL STORY SO he ate an orange. and friend of the thinking minority. He laid down the booklet. because he did always in the bullring the things they could only do 81 . he read. There is Romance everywhere. are possessed of humor and wit. How good it felt! Here. Far away in Paris. Men and boys bought full-length colored pictures of him to remember him by. Take Picasso. Take the case of Betsy Ross. Mascart had knocked Danny Frush cuckoo in the second round. Manuel Garcia Maera lay with a tube in each lung. Take President Coolidge. There is Dr Henry Van Dyke. the electric stove seemed to give no heat and rising from his writing-table. the English cricketers were sharpening up their wickets. philosopher. was life. Have tramps codes of conduct? Send your mind adventuring. Our children¶s children²what of them? Who of them? New means must be discovered to find room for us under the sun. Take the case of Bernard Shaw. the snow was turning to rain. Shall this be done by war or can it be done by peaceful methods?´ Or will we all have to move to Canada?´ Our deepest convictions²will Science upset them? Our civilization²is it inferior to older orders of things² And meanwhile. What star must our college students aim at? There is Jack Britton. There was Romance. Bullfighters were very relieved he was dead. homespun. at last. It is the guide. and lost the picture they had of him in their memories by looking at the lithographs. bits of real life on the open ranch. He reached for another orange. and all with a healthy undercurrent of humor. Far off in Mesopotamia. Patrons of the arts and letters have discovered The Forum. intoxicated by the romance of the unusual. in the far-off dripping jungles of Yucatan. Think of these things in 1925² Was there a frisqué page in Puritan history? Were there two sides to Pocahontas? Did she have a fourth dimension?´ Are modern paintings²and poetry²Art? Yes and No.

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sometimes. They all marched in the rain behind his coffin and there were one hundred and fortyseven bullfighters followed him out to the cemetery where they buried him in the tomb next to Joselito. After the funeral every one sat in the cafés out of the rain, and many colored pictures of Maera were sold to men who rolled them up and put them away in their pockets.


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THAT night we lay on the floor in the room and I listened to the silk-worms eating. The silkworms fed in racks of mulberry leaves and all night you could hear them eating and a dropping sound in the leaves. I myself did not want to sleep because I had been living for a long time with the knowledge that if I ever shut my eyes in the dark and let myself go, my soul would go out of my body. I had been that way for a long time, ever since I had been blown up at night and felt it go out of me and go off and then come back. I tried never to think about it, but it had started to go since, in the nights, just at the moment of going off to sleep, and I could only stop it by a very great effort. So while now I am fairly sure that it will not really have gone out, yet then, that summer, I was unwilling to make the experiment. I had different ways of occupying myself while I lay awake. I would think of a trout stream I had fished along when I was a boy; and fish its whole length very carefully in my mind; fishing very carefully under all the logs, all the turns of the bank, the deep holes and the clear shallow stretches, sometimes catching trout and sometimes losing them. I would stop fishing at noon to eat my lunch; sometimes on a log over the stream; sometimes on a high bank under a tree, and I always ate my lunch very slowly and watched the stream below me while I ate. Often I ran out of bait because I would take only ten worms with me in a tobacco tin when I started. When I had used them all I had to find more worms, and sometimes it was very difficult digging in the bank of the stream where the cedar trees kept out the sun and there was no grass but only the bare moist earth and often I could find no worms. Always though I found some kind of bait, but one time in the swamp I could find no bait at all and had to cut up one of the trout I had caught and use him for bait. Sometimes I found insects in the swamp meadows, in the grass or under ferns, and used them. There were beetles and insects with legs like grass stems, and grubs in old rotten logs; white grubs with brown pinching heads that would not stay on the hook and emptied into nothing in the cold water, and wood ticks under logs where sometimes I found angle-worms that slipped into the ground as soon as the log was raised. Once I used a salamander from under an old log. The salamander was very small and neat and agile and a lovely color. He had tiny feet that tried to hold on to the hook, and after that one time I never used a salamander, although I found them very often. Nor did I use crickets, because of the way they acted about the hook. Sometimes the stream ran through an open meadow, and in the dry grass I would catch grasshoppers and use them for bait and sometimes I would catch grasshoppers and toss them into the stream and watch them float along swimming on the stream and circling on the surface as the current took them and then disappear as a trout rose. Sometimes I would fish four or five different streams in the night; starting as near as I could get to their source and fishing them down stream. When I had finished too quickly and the time did not go, I would fish the stream over again, starting where it emptied into the lake and fishing back up stream, trying for all the trout I had missed coming down. Some nights too I made up streams, and some of them were very exciting, and it was like being awake and dreaming. Some of those streams I still remember and think that I have fished in them, and they are confused with streams I really know. I gave them all names and went to them on the train and sometimes walked for miles to get to them. But some nights I could not fish, and on those nights I was cold-awake and said my prayers over and over and tried to pray for all the people I had ever known. That took up a great amount of time, for if you try to remember all the people you have ever known, going back to the earliest 83

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thing you remember²which was, with me, the attic of the house where I was born and my mother and father¶s wedding-cake in a tin box hanging from one of the rafters, and, in the attic, jars of snakes and other specimens that my father had collected as a boy and preserved in alcohol sunken in the jars so the backs of some of the snakes and specimens were exposed and had turned white²if you thought back that far, you remembered a great many people. If you prayed for all of them, saying a Hail Mary and Our Father for each one, it took a long time and finally it would be light, and then you could go to sleep, if you were in a place where you could sleep in the daylight. On those nights I tried to remember everything that had ever happened to me, starting with just before I went to the war and remembering back from one thing to another. I found I could only remember back to that attic in my grandfather¶s house. Then I would start there and remember this way again, until I reached the war. I remembered, after my grandfather died we moved away from the house and to a new house designed and built by my mother. Many things that were not to be moved were burned in the backyard and I remember those jars from the attic being thrown in the fire, and how they popped in the heat and the fire flamed up from the alcohol. I remember the snakes burning in the fire in the backyard. But there were no people in that, only things. I could not remember who burned the things even, and I would go on until I came to people and then stop and pray for them. About the new house I remember how my mother was always cleaning things out and making a good clearance. One time when my father was away on a hunting trip she made a good thorough cleaning out in the basement and burned everything that should not have been there. When my father came home and got down from his buggy and hitched the horse, the fire was still burning in the road beside the house. I went out to meet him. He handed me his shotgun and looked at the fire. ³What¶s this?´ he asked. ³I¶ve been cleaning out the basement, dear,´ my mother said from the porch. She was standing there smiling, to meet him. My father looked at the fire and kicked at something. Then he leaned over and picked something out of the ashes. ³Get a rake, Nick,´ he said to me. I went to the basement and brought a rake and my father raked very carefully in the ashes. He raked out stone axes and stone skinning knives and tools for making arrow-heads and pieces of pottery and many arrow-heads. They had all been blackened and chipped by the fire. My father raked them all out very carefully and spread them on the grass by the road. His shotgun in its leather case and his game-bags were on the grass where he had left them when he stepped down from the buggy. ³Take the gun and the bags in the house, Nick, and bring me a paper,´ he said. My mother had gone inside the house. I took the shotgun, which was heavy to carry and banged against my legs, and the two game-bags and started towards the house. ³Take them one at a time,´ my father said. ³Don¶t try and carry too much at once.´ I put down the game-bags and took in the shotgun and brought out a newspaper from the pile in my father¶s office. My father spread all the blackened, chipped stone implements on the paper and then wrapped them up. ³The best arrow-heads went all to pieces,´ he said. He walked into the house with the paper package and I stayed outside on the grass with the two game-bags. After a while, I took them in. In remembering that, there were only two people, so I would pray for them both. Some nights, though, I could not remember my prayers even. I could only get as far as ³On earth as it is in heaven´ and then have to start all over and be absolutely unable to get past that. Then I would have to recognize that I could not remember and give up saying my prayers that night and try something else. So on some nights I would try to remember all the animals in the


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world by name and then the birds and then fishes and then countries and cities and then kinds of food and the names of all the streets I could remember in Chicago, and when I could not remember anything at all any more I would just listen. And I do not remember a night on which you could not hear things. If I could have a light I was not afraid to sleep, because I knew my soul would only go out of me if it were dark. So, of course, many nights I was where I could have a light and then I slept because I was nearly always tired and often very sleepy. And I am sure many times too that I slept without knowing it²but I never slept knowing it, and on this night I listened to the silk-worms. You can hear silk-worms eating very clearly in the night and I lay with my eyes open and listened to them. There was only one other person in the room and he was awake too. I listened to him being awake, for a long time. He could not lie as quietly as I could because, perhaps, he had not had so much practice being awake. We were lying on blankets spread over straw and when he moved the straw was noisy, but the silk-worms were not frightened by any noise we made and ate on steadily. There were the noises of night seven kilometers behind the lines outside but they were different from the small noises inside the room in the dark. The other man in the room tried lying quietly. Then he moved again. I moved too, so he would know I was awake. He had lived ten years in Chicago. They had taken him for a soldier in nineteen fourteen when he had come back to visit his family, and they had given him to me for an orderly because he spoke English. I heard him listening, so I moved again in the blankets. ³Can¶t you sleep, Signor Tenente?´ he asked. ³No.´ ³I can¶t sleep, either.´ ³What¶s the matter?´ ³I don¶t know. I can¶t sleep.´ ³You feel all right?´ ³Sure. I feel good. I just can¶t sleep.´ ³You want to talk a while?´ I asked. ³Sure. What can you talk about in this damn place.´ ³This place is pretty good,´ I said. ³Sure,´ he said. ³It¶s all right.´ ³Tell me about out in Chicago,´ I said. ³Oh,´ he said, ³I told you all that once.´ ³Tell me about how you got married.´ ³I told you that.´ ³Was the letter you got Monday²from her?´ ³Sure. She writes me all the time. She¶s making good money with the place.´ ³You¶ll have a nice place when you go back.´ ³Sure. She runs it fine. She¶s making a lot of money.´ ³Don¶t you think we¶ll wake them up, talking?´ I asked. ³No. They can¶t hear. Anyway, they sleep like pigs. I¶m different,´ he said. ³I¶m nervous.´ ³Talk quiet,´ I said. ³Want a smoke?´ We smoked skillfully in the dark. ³You don¶t smoke much, Signor Tenente.´ ³No. I¶ve just about cut it out.´ ³Well,´ he said, ³it don¶t do you any good and I suppose you get so you don¶t miss it. Did you ever hear a blind man won¶t smoke because he can¶t see the smoke come out?´


´ ³Say. I¶m wide awake now. Three girls and no boy. but I¶ve seen him.´ ³You got to get all right.´ ³I think it¶s all bull.´ I said.´ ³Why don¶t you try and go to sleep. Do you worry about anything? You got anything on your mind?´ ³No.´ ³I¶ll get all right.´ ³I¶d like to meet that fellow. Signor Tenente. John. ³That¶s a hell of a reason. Then you wouldn¶t worry. ³I shouldn¶t have ever got in this war. anyway. then. It just takes a while. He¶s a fine writer. You know how you hear things. John. ³I just heard it somewhere.´ ³It¶ll be all right. I can¶t sleep now.´ ³It¶s funny.´ he said. is there something really the matter that you can¶t sleep? I never see you sleep.´ ³Imagine a young fellow like you not to sleep. Say. Signor Tenente. They¶d have made me stay in the line all the time.´ ³So am I.´ ³Do you ever read what this fellow Brisbane writes? My wife cuts it out for me and sends it to me. though. A man can¶t get along that don¶t sleep. ³Say.´ ³How are your kids?´ ³They¶re fine.´ ³In Chicago?´ ³Maybe.´ ³Sure.´ ³You ought to get married. if I didn¶t have the kids I wouldn¶t be your orderly now.´ We were both quiet and I listened to the silk-worms.´ 86 . What are you going to do when it¶s over and we go back to the States?´ ³I¶ll get a job on a paper. One of the girls is in the fourth grade now. ³They can¶t understand the English language. I¶m worried about you not sleeping.´ ³I don¶t know.´ ³Did you ever meet him?´ ³No. Signor Tenente. I wanted to. I¶m too nervous. They don¶t know a damn thing.´ ³Maybe it will get better.´ I said.´ I said. You haven¶t slept nights ever since I been with you.´ ³We oughtn¶t to talk so loud. ³They sleep like pigs. That¶s a hell of a note.´ he said.´ he said. ³I got in pretty bad shape along early last spring and at night it bothers me.´ ³I¶m glad you¶ve got them. ³You hear those damn silk-worms?´ he asked.´ ³Just like I am. I don¶t think so. ³You can hear them chew. My wife don¶t read English but she takes the paper just like when I was home and she cuts out the editorials and the sport page and sends them to me.´ ³Wanted to. They¶re fine kids but I want a boy.´ he said. Signor Tenente. what did you get in this war for anyway?´ ³I don¶t know. Signor Tenente.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³I don¶t believe it. You know. John.´ ³No. myself. John.

´ ³You ought to get married. I had a new thing to think about and I lay in the dark with my eyes open and thought of all the girls I had ever known and what kind of wives they would make.´ ³All right. and I know he would feel very badly if he knew that. But you remember what I said.´ he said. so far. though. He came to the hospital in Milan to see me several months after and he was very disappointed that I had not yet married. Finally. Signor Tenente. Then he started to snore. after I had thought about them a few times. blurred and I could not call them into my mind and finally they all blurred and all became rather the same and I gave up thinking about them almost altogether. Why don¶t you pick out some nice Italian girl with plenty of money? You could get any one you want. you marry the one with the most money. He was going back to America and he was very certain about marriage and knew it would fix up everything. You don¶t have to talk to them.´ ³All right.´ I said. 87 .´ ³All right Signor Tenente. ³Let¶s try and sleep a while. John. the way they¶re brought up.´ ³All right. Marry them. making a dropping in the leaves.´ ³I¶ll think about it. To hell with talking the language. I listened to him snore for a long time and then I stopped listening to him snore and listened to the silk-worms eating.´ ³You know some girls.Ernest Hemingway  MEN WITHOUT WOMEN ³I don¶t know.´ ³I can¶t talk the language well enough. I¶ll try it again. I was glad he was not there. But I kept on with my prayers and I prayed very often for John in the nights and his class was removed from active service before the October offensive.´ I said.´ ³I¶ll remember it.´ ³A man ought to be married. They ate steadily.´ I heard him roll in his blankets on the straw and then he was very quiet and I listened to him breathing regularly. You been wounded a couple of times. don¶t you?´ ³Sure. You¶ll never regret it. THE END. while the girls. You¶re young and you got good decorations and you look nice. ³I hope you sleep. Every man ought to be married.´ ³I¶ll think about it. I went back to trout-fishing. I have never married. because I found that I could remember all the streams and there was always something new about them. It was a very interesting thing to think about and for a while it killed off trout-fishing and interfered with my prayers. Signor Tenente. Over here. because he would have been a great worry to me.´ ³Well. ³Now let¶s sleep a while. Do it. they¶ll all make you a good wife.´ ³Don¶t think about it.´ ³You talk it fine.

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