On the bridge
"...Sometimes we have very strange hurricanes. I hope they will be over when you come. But if they are not we will go through them and have fun. Storms never bore me; only people, when they are journalists and bad generals, bad painters and writers, and the lack of communication. You will soon be able to judge for yourself what the sea is like in the Caribbean. Sometimes Sinsky* and I call it 'La Mar**,' in the feminine; and also 'La put Mar***,' but fondly, and excuse the expression with a jeune-fille****. "
"I will see the Ocean... beautiful name, Ocean. Do you think we'll go back to persuading mom to go to cuba?
"I'm sure. As I know for sure that at this moment I am sitting on a step of a bridge. On a step of a bridge in Venice."
"You should add "private". On a step-of-a-private-bridge-of-Venice. I hope the people who live in the house do not arrive. But after all, even with us seated, there is room to pass. You know, sometimes I think I like having a private bridge for Calle del Rimedio."
"Which would no longer be called Calle del Rimedio, if it entered only by crossing a bridge."
"Ah, I hadn't thought of that. I give up on the bridge. I certainly don't want to change the name of my house. And all in all, with high water, it would be inconvenient to be able to enter...
* the nickname for the Basque jai-alai player, and friend of Heminway, Juan Dunabeitia
** the sea
*** the fucking sea
**** a young girl
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