« It was like certain dinners I remember from the war. There was much wine, an ignored tension, and a feeling of things coming that you could not prevent happening. Under the wine I lost the feeling and was happy. It seemed they were all such nice people. »
Hemingway, Ernest. The Sun Also Rises. Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York, 1926. p. 146
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