losses: Jake’s loss of his sexual potency and Brett, Robert Cohn’s loss of Brett, and Brett’s loss of Jake and Pedro Romero. Brett does not give a damn about either of those losses. Cohn does not loose anything. He knocks them both down and lays down the other and walks away scot-free after some sentimental indigestion. Jake has of course given more than his life and an Englishman at that poor Jake to make matters worse an Englishman. Bill Gorton has a massive stomach. He behaves rather like an abused orca whale at sea world. He is the only likable character and a killer ladies man. But Brett gets the best of the best of them. She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his cocky dance / She mocked his female fashions and his working-class mustache. This all goes to say that Hemingway had a bloody good laugh writing this novel despite all that trash about sitting at a typewriter and bleeding. Quite! Don’t let’s do indeed! You are a regular Fonald Rirbank! Hmmm. Grwl