I know, I could be one of the great writers of musical lyrics, not that I can write melodies and I try. And then I hear the songs he writes and I realize I’ll never write a great lyric and my real talent lies in drinking.
Sure does.
I know, I could be one of the great writers of musical lyrics, not that I can write melodies and I try. And then I hear the songs he writes and I realize I’ll never write a great lyric and my real talent lies in drinking.
Sure does.
Greetings and salutations. You’ll forgive me, I’ve been mixing grain and grappa. Now this is a writer, Gil, yes?
Gil Pender.
Gil Pender.
Hemingway.
Hemingway?
You like my book.
Liked? I loved, all your work.
Yes, it was a good book because it was an honest book, and that’s what war does to men. And there’s nothing fine and noble about dying in the mud unless you die gracefully, and then it’s not only noble but brave.
Did you read my story? What’d you think?
There was some fine writing in it, but it was unfulfilled.
I might have known you’d hate it.
She’ll drive you crazy, this woman.
She’s exciting and she has talent.
This month it’s writing, last month it was something else. You’re a writer, you need time to write, not all this fooling around. She’s wasting you because she’s really a competitor. Don’t you agree?
Me?
Speak up for chrissake. I am asking, do you think my friend is making a tragic mistake?
I actually don’t know the Fitzgeralds that well.
You’re a writer. You make observations. You were with them all night.
Can we not discuss my personal life in public?
She’s jealous of his gift and it’s a fine gift, it’s rare. You like his work? You can speak freely.