I mentioned before that I was in Europe. It’s not the first time that I was in Europe, I was in Europe many years ago with Ernest Hemingway.
Hemingway had just written his first novel, and Gertrude Stein and I read it, and we said that is was a good novel, but not a great one, and that it needed some work, but it could be a fine book.
And we laughed over it. Hemingway punched me in the mouth.
That winter Picasso lived on the Rue d'Barque, and he had just painted a picture of a naked dental hygienist in the middle of the Gobi Desert.
Gertrude Stein said it was a good picture, but not a great one, and I said it could be a fine picture.
We laughed over it and Hemingway punched me in the mouth.
I remember Francis Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald came home from their wild New Year's Eve party. It was April.
Scott had just written Great Expectations, and Gertrude Stein and I read it, and we said it was a good book, but there was no need to have written it, 'cause Charles Dickens had already written it.
We laughed over it, and Hemingway punched me in the mouth.
That winter we went to Spain to see Manolete fight, and he was looked to be eighteen, and Gertrude Stein said no, he was nineteen, but that he only looked eighteen, and I said sometimes a boy of eighteen will look nineteen, whereas other times a nineteen year old can easily look eighteen.
That's the way it is with a true Spaniard. We laughed over that and Gertrude Stein punched me in the mouth.