I'm angry because I can't see my forehead.

"The driver started up the street. I settled back. Brett moved close to me. We sat close against each other. I put my arm around her and she rested against me comfortably. It was very hot and bright, and the houses looked sharply white. We turned out onto the Gran Via." pg. 251

Well, I'm sure glad I unknowingly picked out that first taxi scene with Brett and Jake. Hemingway has brought us back to where we began...with Brett and Jake in a taxi. There's some top-notch writing for yous. So, may I ask, what has changed from that point to the end of the book? Jake and Brett's relationship is the same. Brett isn't engaged. Jake passionately dislikes Robert Cohn. Everyone is still drunk. Mazeltov.

The Sun Also Rises in a nutshell, or rather on the rocks.

Cunegonde! Candide!

"We had a bottle of wine apiece." pg. 133

I don't know about you, but the amount of alcohol drunk in this little storybook seems like enough for each person to be dead from alcohol poisoning or cirrhosis of the liver. I guess they're just ghettofab like that.

Hey, it sparkles!

"Oh yes. They've never seen a desencajonada." pg. 136

Also, I feel like I should be carrying Google Translate in my pocket as I read this book. Cool it, Hemingway. Oh, and Google Translate says a desencajonada is an "unpacker."

"Breeding be damned. Who has any breeding, anyway, except the bulls? Aren't the bulls lovely? Don't you like them, Bill? Why don't you say something, Robert? Don't sit there looking like a bloody funeral. What if Brett did sleep with you? She's slept with lots of better people than you." pg. 146

Well, Robert's just a magnet for verbal abuse, which always seems to have ladies involved. Though he's a little creepy and kind of weird around Brett, I don't feel he deserves all this abuse. Hemingway really capitalizes on the Jews' history of being human punching bags.