Ernest Hemingway,
In Our Time — The Battler
(1925)
“ Ad kept on looking at Nick. He had his cap down over his eyes. Nick felt nervous. "How the hell do you get that way?" came out from under the cap sharply at Nick. "Who the hell do you think you are? You're a snotty bastard. You come in here where nobody asks you and eat a man's food and when he asks to borrow a knife you get snotty." ”
Ernest Hemingway,
In Our Time — The Battler
(1925)
“ Nick said. "That's right," Ad said happily. "She never speeds up." A man dropped down the railroad embankment and came across the clearing to the fire. "Hello, Bugs!" Ad said. "Hello!" Bugs answered. It was a negro's voice. Nick knew from the way he walked that he was a negro. He stood with his back to them, bending over the fire. He straightened up. "This is my pal Bugs," Ad said. "He's crazy, too." "Glad to meet you," Bugs said. "Where you say you're from?" "Chicago," Nick said. "That's a fine town," the negro said. "I didn't catch your name." "Adams. Nick Adams." ”
Ernest Hemingway,
In Our Time — The Battler
(1925)
“ I like living like a gentleman." "What do you all do?" Nick asked. "Oh, nothing. Just move around. He's got money." "He must have made a lot of money." "Sure. He spent all his money, though. Or they took it away from him. She sends him money." He poked up the fire. "She's a mighty fine woman," he said. "She looks enough like him to be his own twin." The negro looked over at the little man, lying breathing heavily. His blond hair was down over his forehead. His mutilated face looked childish in repose. "I can wake him up any time now, Mister Adams. ”
