You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see. You hang around cafés.
Hemingway, Fiesta: The Sun Also Rises, 12
Prólogo
Las tres edades
El primer mundo
Primeras variaciones
Segundas variaciones
La salvaje lobreguez
Las tres edades
El primer mundo
Primeras variaciones
Segundas variaciones
La salvaje lobreguez
