jeudi 2 juillet 2015

Ernest Hemingway (21 juillet 1899 – 2 juillet 1961)

He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees. The mountainside sloped gently where he lay; but below it was steep and he could see the dark of the oiled road winding through the pass. There was a stream alongside the road and far down the pass he saw a mill beside the stream and the falling water of the dam, white in the summer sunlight.
— Premières lignes de For Whom the Bell Tolls