A Hemingway always takes time for me to read. Not because I don’t enjoy them. Quite the contrary, in fact. It’s just that some of his sentences are so handsome, so earth shatteringly exceptional that I have to stop reading, close the book and take a few deep breaths before I can continue. There was even a line in The Old Man and The Sea that destroyed me so completely that I couldn’t pick the book back up for a week. He was a true master of language, and it seems he wasn’t so bad at interior decorating too.
[photos via unruly things]