34.5 The Torrents of Spring

by Ernest Hemingway

this thin little novel, i managed to polish off in 30 minutes on breaks at work. Do you have a shared lunch room at your work place? And doesn’t it suck when your co workers try to make small talk with you? I hate it, please leave me alone.

is what im thinking
sometimes i nod along as to be not rude
but yeah leave me alone now

it’s a fun little piece, it’s suppose to be a parody of another work which i don’t know..
there are so many things that i didn’t really fully understand, i’m going to go say there’s a generation gap here.

but i liked these notes to the reader that Hemingway typed up

It was at this point in the story, reader, that Mr. F. Scott Fitzgerald came to our home one afternoon, and after reamining for quite a while suddenly sat down in the fireplace and would not (or was it could not, reader) get up and let the fire burn something else so as to keep the room warm. I know reader, that these things sometimes do not show in a story, but, just the same, they are happening, and think what they mean to chaps like you and me in the literary game. [...] Need I add, reader, that I have the utmost respect for Mr. Fitzgerald, and let anybody else attack him and I would be the first to spring to his defense! And that includes you too, reader, though I hate to speak out bluntly like this, and take the risk of breaking up a friendship of the sort that ours has gotten to be.

P.S. To the Reader

As I read that chapter over, reader, it doesn’t seem so bad. You may like it. I hope you will. And if you do like it, reader, and the rest of the book as well, will you tell your friends about it, and try and get them to buy the book just as you have done? I only get twenty cents on each book that is sold, and while twenty cents is not much nowadays still it will mount up to a lot if two or three hundred thousand copies of the book are sold. They will be, too, if everyone likes the book as much as you and I do, reader. And listen reader. I meant it when I said I would be glad to read anything you wrote. That wasn’t just talk. Bring it along and we will go over it together. If you like, I’ll re-write bits of it for you. I don’t mean that in any critical sort of way either. If there is anything you do not like in this book just write to Mr. Scribner’s Sons at the home office. They’ll change it for you. Or, if you would rather, I will change it myself. You know what I think of you reader. And you’re not angry or upset about what I said about Scott Fitzgerald either, are you? I hope not. Now I am going to write the next chapter. Mr. Fitzgerald is gone and Mr. Dos Passos had gone to England, and I think I can promise you that it will be a bully chapter. At least, it will be just as good as I can write it. We both know how good that can be, if we read the blurbs, eh, reader?

I wonder what is the Etymology on the word Tomorrow, in this novel The torrents of spring it was used as the morrow while in The sun Also rises it was used as to-morrow

http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=tomorrow

oh there we go!

tomorrow
late 13c., to morewe, from O.E. to morgenne “on (the) morrow,” from to “at, on” (see to) + morgenne, dative of morgen “morning.” Written as two words until 16c., then as to-morrow until early 20c.

lovely! :D

Posted: May 22nd, 2011
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