Ernest Hemingway

HemingwayFarewellToArms“I think we’re in Switzerland, Cat,” I said.
“Really?”
“There’s no way to know until we see Swiss troops.”
“Or the Swiss navy.”
“The Swiss navy’s no joke for us. That last motor boat we heard was probably the Swiss navy.”
“If we’re in Switzerland let’s have a big breakfast. They have wonderful rolls and butter and jam in Switzerland.”

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    “We must be well inside the border,” I said.
    “We want to be sure, darling. We don’t want them to turn us back at the frontier.”
    “The frontier is a long way back. I think this is the customs town. I’m pretty sure it’s Brissago.”
    “Won’t there be Italians there? There are always both sides at a customs town.”
    “Not in war-time. I don’t think they let the Italians cross the frontier.”
    It was a nice-looking little town. There were many fishing boats along the quay and nets were spread on racks. There was a fine November rain falling but it looked cheerful and clean even with the rain.
    “Should we land then and have breakfast?”
    “All right.”
    I pulled hard on the left oar and came in close, then straightened out when we were close to the quay and brought the boat alongside. I pulled in the oars, took hold of an iron ring, stepped up on the wet stone and was in Switzerland. I tied the boat and held my hand down to Catherine.
    “Come on up, Cat. It’s a grand feeling.”
    “What about the bags?”
    “Leave them in the boat.”
    Catherine stepped up and we were in Switzerland together.
    “What a lovely country,” she said.
    “Isn’t it grand?”
    “Let’s go and have breakfast!”
    “Isn’t it a grand country? I love the way it feels under my shoes.”
    “I’m so stiff I can’t feel it very well. But it feels like a splendid country. Darling, do you realize we’re here and out of that bloody place?”
    “I do. I really do. I’ve never realized anything before.”
    “Look at the houses. Isn’t this a fine square? There’s a place we can get breakfast.”
    “Isn’t the rain fine? They never had rain like this in Italy. It’s cheerful rain.”
    “And we’re here, darling! Do you realize we’re here?”

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