But implied remembrances of the past involve more than Jake's own wounding. They concern the historical past, too; they concern what has "already happened," not only to the narrator Jake Barnes personally, but not for me etc. It would have been marvelous tho, could Hem write Jake so intimately   that things happened in the story only to him and for him and his past was his to keep. I suppose the book would have sold less but honestly Hem would be better off. This article, fascinating, revealing. Hem had a taste for irony and these academicians have a thirst. I think the argument for codified names (whores) and slangs (particularly Anglo and Germanic - daunted, nix) carried its weight in mystique. This seems to have been a trend in Paris. Andre Salmon and Guillaume Apollinaire among friends talked an elaborately befuddling slang of princely and mechanic's French. They also famously challenged friends to duels and then for days sent seconds (friends of friends) back and forth from rival cafes negotiating terms. World War I would put an end to that silliness. Jake and Bill are hilarious, but they have paid a price in bitterness.

I fear the esteemed scholar occasionally displayed an amusing preference for out of the way explanations. As they continue down the street, they come across Brett, then proceed to the Cafe Lilas for a drink. Here, Jake jokingly identifies Bill to Brett as a taxidermist. '"That was in another country,' Bill said. 'And besides all the animals were dead'" (pp. 80-81). In Hemingway's fiction, "in another country" implies the country of war and death. (Bill, who says that he is a naturalist or "nature-writer," may be alluding to the millions of horses and mules killed at the front, as Heming? way does in "A Natural History of the Dead."16) True and as I am sure William Adair well knows:

FRIAR BARNARDINE. Thou hast committed--

BARABAS. Fornication: but that was in another country;

And besides, the wench is dead.

I believe T.S. Eliot and the steamed EZ also alluded to this wit and wisdom.

"emotionally wounded"

As for the grandmaster of literary minimalism himself. Some semi anti semitism: "I could reach him always, he wrote, through his bankers." Bam bop bam bop bop and down.

Also haha
"Must clean myself."
"Oh, rot! Come on."-

In the stud book and everything. Album title.

We said good night. "I'm sorry I can't go," Mike said. Brett laughed. I looked back from the door. Mike had one hand on the bar and was leaning toward Brett, talking. Brett was looking at him quite coolly, but the corners of her eyes were smiling. Brilliant, Brett, hot stuff, laughs that Mike would be sorry he can't, nullifying Mike and EMOTIONALLY WOUNDING everybody

"Indeed not!"

"I haven't seen you since I've been back," Brett said. (She has, but not intimately)
"No." (agrees "you haven't" and disagrees i.e. no?)
"How are you, Jake?" (intimacy)
"Fine." (would not be wounded)
Brett looked at me. (owie wounded)

It was dim and dark and the pill (ars went high up,