The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that awere as good as spring itself.
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
I have that copy of that book!
Awesome! Did you nerd out over it and love it?
No, actually. It was really built up in my mind, I’d wanted to read it for several years, so I found it rather disappointing!
I totally get that — my love of the book is closely related to a college professor. Without that dude, I wonder if I’d feel the same way you do!