hemingway is my man.

so we have this sweet machine at our conference center that can make 12 different coffee drinks. just push a button and wha-la...watered down hot chocolate. yum. seriously though it has been the highlight of these past few days, that and delicious bean salad. hmmm..i'm getting hungry just thinking about it. I should be typing my travel writing essay right now but...I would much rather read more hemingway or eliots four qaurtets. both are brilliant writers. hemingway is the master of language. the master. if you have not read him, you should. at least that is my humble, undergraduate opinion.
I picked up Four Qaurtets today because I was bored and I loved this passage:

So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years--
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres
Trying to learn to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emmulate--but there is no competition--
There is only the fight to recover waht has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under condtions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss
For there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
-East Coker, T.S. Eliot.


I love poetry. and hemingway. and machine hot chocolate. and hob nobs. can't forget those hobnobs.