But anyways, I'm starting off with reading some stories for English. And when I say easing myself in, I mean easing myself in. In other words, I started with "A Very Short Story" by Ernest Hemingway. Which is...a page long. :)
Anyways, there's a line in it near the end where it says,
"Living in the muddy, rainy town in the winter, the major of the battalion made love to Luz, and she had never known Italians before, and finally wrote to the States that theirs had only been a boy and girl affair. She was sorry, and she knew he would probably not be able to understand, but might some day forgive her, and be grateful to her, and she expected, absolutely unexpectedly, to be married in the spring. She loved him as always, but she realized now it was only a boy and girl love. She hoped he would have a great career, and she believed in him absolutely. She knew it was for the best.
The major did not marry her in the spring or any other time. Luz never got an answer to the letter from Chicago about it. A short time after he contracted gonorrhea from a sales girl in a loop department store while riding in a taxi cab through Lincoln Park."
I guess that was more than a line. But oddly enough, that part of the story always makes me really sad. Especially, when it says how she still loved him as always, and how she hoped he would have a great career and she believes in him. Yeah, I'm a softie, but that breaks my heart.
THEN it goes on to say that she never got what she expected, and in the end, they both don't get what they want. And as for the guy, he even gets more than what he bargained for, yuck.
But yeah, things like that always get me. Like people who love each other who don't get up together, or stories about life just happening, you know? Really makes me think. LOL. I'm a sap.
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