"You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around cafés."- Bill Grundy to Jake Barnes in "The Sun Also Rises" by Ernest Hemingway.
Last night, I went to a cafe with my friends and drank shitty European cocktails, when I came home, I opened a bottle of red wine and started to read "The Sun Also Rises." I came across this line this morning and decided to reevaluate my life.
My friend Eóin arrives today from America. Maybe we can go on a fishing trip in Spain.
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