ERNEST HEMINGWAY（1899-1961），American author。Between the
mid-igzos and the mid-ig50s，he produced most oflus work，and in 1954
he won the Nobel Prize in Literature。 Hemingway’s fiction was
successful because the characters he presented exhibited
authenticity that resonated with his audience。Many of his works are
classics of American literature。The most famous of Hemingway’s
novels are The Sun Also Rises （1926），A Farewell to Arms（1929），The
Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber（1935），For -Whom the Bell
Tolls（1940），and The Old Man and the Sea（1950）。
目錄：
INTRODUCTION
BOOK ONE
BOOK TWO
BOOK THREE
BOOK FOUR
BOOK FIVE
內容試閱：
WHEN I came back to the front we still lived in that
town。There were many more guns in the country around and the spring
had come。The fields were green and there were small green shoots on
the vines，the trees along the road had small leaves and a breeze
came from the sea。I saw the town with the hill and the old castle
above it in a cup in the hills with the mountains beyond，brown
mountains with a little green on their slopes。In the town there
were more guns，there were some new hospitals，you met British men
and sometimes women，on the street，and a few more houses had been
hit by shell fire。It was warm and like the spring and I walked down
the alleyway of trees，warmed from the sun on the wall，and found we
still lived in the same house and that it all looked the same as
when I had left it。The door was open，there was a soldier sitting on
a bench outside in the sun，an ambulance was waiting by the side
door and inside the door，as I went in，there was the smell of marble
floors and hospital。It was all as I had left it except that now it
was spring。I looked in the door of the big room and saw the major
sitting at his desk，the window open and the sunlight corrung into
the room。 He did not see me and I did not know whether to go in and
report or go upstairs first and clean up。I decided to go on
upstairs。The room I shared with the lieutenant Rinaldi looked out
on the courtyard。The window was open，my bed was made up with
blankets and my things hung on the wall，the gas mask in an oblong
tin can，the steel helmet on the same peg。At the foot of the bed was
my flat trunk，and my winter boots，the leather shiny with oil，were
on the trunk。My Austrian sniper’s rifle with its blued octagon
barrel and the lovely dark walnut， cheek-fitted， schutzen stock，
hung over the two beds。 The telescope that fitted it was，I
remembered，locked in the trunk。 The lieutenant， Rinaldi， lay asleep
on the other bed。 He woke when he heard me in the room and sat
up。
“Ciaou！”he said。“What kind of time did you have？”
“Magnificent。”
We shook hands and he put his arm around my neck and kissed
me。
“Oughf，”I said。
“You’re dirty，” he said。“You ought to wash。Where did you go and
what did you do？Tell me everything at once。”
“I went everywhere。Milan，Florence，Rome，Naples，Villa San
Giovaruu，Messina，Taormina-”
“You talk like a time-table。Did you have any beautiful
adventures？”
“Yes。”
“Where？”
“Milano，Firenze，Roma，Napoli-”
“That’s enough。Tell me really what was the best。”
“In Milano。”
“That was because it was first。Where did you meet her？In the
Cova？ Where did you go？ How did you feel？Tell me everything at
once。Did you stay all rught？”
“Yes。”
“That’s nothing。Here now we have beautiful girls。New girls never
been to the front before。”
“Wonderful。”
“You don’t believe me？We will go now this aftemoon and see。And in
the town we have beautiful English girls。I am now in love with Miss
Barkley。I will take you to call。I will probably marry Miss
Barkley。”
“I have to get washed and report。Doesn’t anybody work now？”
“Since you are gone we have nothing but
frostbites，chilblains，jaundice，gonorrhea，self-inflicted
wounds，pneumonia and hard and soft chancres。Every week some one
gets wounded by rock fragments。There are a few real wounded。Next
week the war starts again。Perhaps it start again。 They say so。Do
you think I would do right to marry Miss Barkley-after the war of
course？”
“Absolutely，”I said and poured the basin full of water。“Torught
you will tell me everything，”said Rinaldi。“Now I must go back to
sleep to be fresh and beautiful for Miss Barkley。”
I took off my tunic and shirt and washed in the cold water in the
basin。While I rubbed myself with a towel I looked around the room
and out the window and at Rinaldi lying with his eyes closed on the
bed。He was good-looking，was my age，and he came from Amalfi。He loved
being a surgeon and we were great friends。While I was looking at
him he opened his eyes。
“Have you any money？”
“Yes。”
“Loan me fifty lire。”
I dried my hands and took out my pocket-book from the inside of
my tunic hanging on the wall。Rinaldi took the note，folded it
without rising from the bed and slid it in his breeches pocket。He
smiled，“I must make on Miss Barkley the impression of a man of
suffiaent wealth。You are my great and good friend and finanaal
protector。”
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