When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself. – Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast. (Scribner; Classic edition October 1, 1996) Originally published December 1964.
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He was such a sociable misanthrope!
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