Death And Worse Happened On The Plains.

I Remember That The Single Most Vicious Letter I Ever Read Was The Letter Hemingway Wrote Scribners When They Asked Him To Give A Blurb For From Here To Eternity. It's There, In The Selected Letters For All To Read, An Example Of A Once Great Writer At His Very Worst. I Doubt That He Ever Forgave Scribners For Publishing James Jones In The First Place. War, As Hemingway Saw It, Belonged To Him.

Certainly On The Vast Windy Plain, There Was Plenty Of Nothing To Be Looked At.

It Ain’t Dying I’m Talking About, It’s Living. I Doubt It Matters Where You Die, But It Matters Where You Live.” ~spoken By Augustus Mccrae

I Don't Do Well With Changes In My Routine. I Read At Least Three Newspapers A Day, For Example. I'm Frustrated If For Some Reason I Can't Get Ahold Of All Three.

Call Saw That Everyone Was Looking At Him, The Hands And Cowboys And Townspeople Alike. The Anger Had Drained Out Of Him, Leaving Him Feeling Tired. He Didn't Remember The Fight, Particularly, But People Were Looking At Him As If They Were Stunned. He Felt He Should Make Some Explanation, Though It Seemed To Him A Simple Situation. "i Hate A Man That Talks Rude," He Said. "i Won't Tolerate It.