“Retire?” he said. “Unlike your baseball player and your prizefighter and your matador, how does a writer retire? No one accepts that his legs are shot or the whiplash gone from his reflexes. Everywhere he goes, he hears the same damn question: what are you working on?”
Hemingway, Hounded by the Feds
This post is part of The Hemingway Collection, an archive of essays, images, and hyperlinks to interesting articles about the great American author.
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