Oh Hemingway, You Had me At Hello!
"A
girl came in the cafe and sat by herself at a table near the window.
She was very pretty, with a face fresh as a newly minted coin if they
minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair was
black as a crow's wing and cut sharp and diagonally across her cheek. I
looked at her and she disturbed me and made me very excited. I wished I
could put her in the story, or anywhere, but she had placed herself so
she could watch the street and the entry and I knew she was waiting for
someone. So I went on writing.
The
story was writing itself and I was having a hard time keeping up with
it. I ordered another rum St James and I watched the girl whenever I
looked up or when I sharpened the pencil with a pencil sharpener with
the shavings curling into the saucer under my drink.
I've
seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for
and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris
belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil."
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
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