We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
But man is not made for defeat, he said. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.
“Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.”
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me.
“Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”
— Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises