I am not afraid to say that upon seeing this image I emitted some species of high pitched squeal and my eyes may or may not have welled up. Okay they did.
A working habit he has had from the beginning, Hemingway stands when he writes. He stands in a pair of his oversized loafers on the worn skin of a lesser kudu — the typewriter and the reading board chest-high opposite him.
“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.” - Charles Bukowski
My goal in life is basically to be a prolific collector of both extended foreign residencies and ex husbands. Things are going according to schedule.