IN OUR TIME - ERNEST HEMINGWAY

In Our Time - Pg 213

   "I think he did right, though, shooting those chaps. If Kerensky had shot a few men things might have been altogether different. of course the great thing in this sort of an affair is not to be shot oneself."
   It was very jolly. We talked for a long time. Like all Greeks he wanted to go to America.

In Our Time - Pg 180

   There was nothing but the pine plain ahead of him, until the far blue hills that marked the Lake Superior height of land. He could hardly see them, faint and far away in the heat-light over the plain. If he looked too steadily they were gone. But if he only half-looked they were there, the far off hills of the height of land.

In Our Time - Pg 178

   Nick looked down into the pool from the bridge. It was a hot day. A kingfisher flew up the stream. It was a long time since Nick had looked into a stream and seen trout. They were very satisfactory. As the shadow of the kingfisher moved up the stream, a big trout shot upstream in a long angle, only his shadow marking the angle, then lost his shadow as he came through the surface of the water, caught the sun, and then, as he went back into the stream under the surface, his shadow seemed to float down the stream with the current, unresisting, to his post under the bridge where he tightened facing up into the current.
   Nick's heart tightened as the trout moved. He felt all the old feeling.

In Our Time - Pg 175

   Maera wanted to say something and found he could not talk. Maera felt everything getting larger and larger and then smaller and smaller. Then it got larger and larger and larger and then smaller and smaller. Then everything commenced to run faster and faster as when they speed up a cinematograph film. Then he was dead.

In Our Time - Pg 154

   "This course rides itself. It's the pace you're going at, that makes riding the jumps dangerous, Joe. We ain't going any pace here, and they ain't any really bad jumps either. But it's the pace always--not the jumps that makes the trouble."

In Our Time - Pg 130

   Part of the time he talked in d'Ampezzo dialect and sometimes in Tyroler German dialect. He could not make out which the young gentleman and his wife understood the best so he was being bilingual. But as the young gentleman said, Ja, Ja, Peduzzi decided to talk altogether in Tyroler. The young gentleman and the wife understood nothing.

In Our Time - Pg 90

   Krebs found that to be listened to at all he had to lie, and after he had done this twice he, too, had a reaction against the war and against talking about it. A distaste for everything that had happened to him in the war set in because of the lies he had told. All of the times that had been able to make him feel cool and clear inside himself when he thought of them; the times so long back when he had done the one thing, the only thing for a man to do, easily and naturally, when he might have done something else, now lost their cool, valuable quality and then were lost themselves.

In Our Time - Pg 121

   "I want to pull my hair back tight and smooth and make a big know at the back that I can feel," she said. "I want to have a kitty to sit on my lap and purr when I stroke her."
   "Yeah?" George said from the bed.
   "And I want to eat at a table with my own silver and I want candles. And I want it to be spring and I want a kitty and I want some new clothes."
   "Oh, shut up and get something to read," George said.

In Our Time - Pg 111

   At first Hubert had no idea of marrying Cornelia. He had never thought of her that way. She had been suck a good friend of his, and then one day in the little back room of the shop they had been dancing to the gramophone while her girl friend was in the front of the shop and she had looked up into his eyes and he had kissed her. He could never remember just when it was decided that they were to be married. But they were married.

In Our Time - Pg 93

   He would have liked to have a girl but he did not want to have to spend a long time getting her. He did not want to get into the intrigue and the politics. He did not want to have to do any courting. He did not want to tell any more lies. It wasn't worth it.

In Our Time - Pg 87

   While the bombardment was knocking the trench to pieces at Fossalta, he lay very flat and sweated and prayed, "Oh Jesus Christ get me out of here. Dear Jesus, please get me out. Christ, please, please, please, Christ. If you'll only keep me from getting killed I'll do anything you say. I believe in you and I'll tell everybody in the world that you are the only thing that matters. Please, please, dear Jesus." The shelling moved further up the line. We went to work on the trench and in the morning the sun came up and the day was hot and muggy and cheerful and quiet. The next night back at Mestre he did not tell the girl he went upstairs with at the Villa Rossa about Jesus. And he never told anybody.

In Our Time - Pg 81

   Stretcher beaters would be along any time now. Nick turned his head and looked down at Rinaldi. "Senta Rinaldo; Senta. You and me we've made a separate peace." Rinaldi lay still in the sun, breathing with difficulty. "We're not patriots." Nick turned his head away, smiling sweatily. Rinaldi was a disappointing audience.

In Our Time - Pg 78

   "He likes to think I'm crazy and I don't mind. I like to be with him and I like seeing the country and I don't have to commit no larceny to do it. I like living like a gentleman."

In Our Time - Pg 54

   On his way back to the living room he passed a mirror in the dining room and looked in it. His face looked strange. He smiled at the face in the mirror and it grinned back at him. He winked at it and went on. It was not his face but it didn't make any difference.

In Our Time - Pg 52

   "Got any more?" Nick asked.
   "There's plenty more but dad only likes me to drink what's open."
   "Sure," said Nick
   "He says opening bottles is what makes drunkards," Bill explained.

In Our Time - Pg 40

   "It isn't fun any more."
   He was afraid to look at Marjorie. Then he looked at her. She sat there with her back toward him. He looked at her back. "It isn't fun any more. Not any of it."
   She didn't say anything. He went on. "I feel as though everything was gone to hell inside me. I don't know, Marge. I don't know what to say."
   He looked on at her back.
   "Isn't love any fun?" Marjorie said.

In Our Time - Pg 21

   In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.

In Our Time - Pg 13

   Everybody was drunk. The whole battery was drunk going along the road in the dark. We were going to the Champagne. The lieutenant kept riding his horse out into the fields and saying to him, "I'm drunk, I tell you, mon vieux. Oh, I am so soused."