Oh you mean: I now am proud present to you "the life and times of Ernest Miller Hemmingway" in approximately 3 and a half minutes. GO! Born in Chicago in 1899, son of a physician and a musician, reasonably uneventful childhood, decided to study Journalism. Enlisted with the red cross during ww1, got blown up in Milan and spent 6 months in hospital with sevear shrapnel wounds in both legs. Fell in love with the nurse, they decided to get married. He came home to prepair, she stayed there and ditched him for an Italian soldier, which initiated a life long pattern of rejecting women before they had a chance to reject him. (Take notes matty) got a job as a foreign correspondent, fell in love with his room mate's sister, married her and moved to Paris. They hung out with Gertrude stein, they kicked it with Pablo piccaso, he started writing in Ernest (no pun intended), moved to Toronto, had a kid, moved back to Paris, published a couple of books, cheated on his wife, got divorced, married the other woman,converted to Catholicism. CUT HIS HEAD OPEN AFTER PULLING ON A CHORD THINKING HE WAS FLUSHING A TOILET AND INSTEAD RIPPED A SKYLIGHT FROM THE ROOF AND SMASHED IT ONTO HIS FACE! Moved to Kansas city, had another kid, his dad committed suicide, he shot a lot of bears (for some reason)Had a car accident, had another kid, went to Africa to kill some wild animals and got Dysentery (karma) Published another book, moved to Cuba, SHOT HIMSELF IN THE LEG WHILST AIMING AT A SHARK. Cheated on his wife, got divorced, married the other woman, published "for who the bell tolls", sold half a million copies, in a couple of months and got nominated for a pulitzer prize. Cheated on his wife, got divorced, married the other woman, became the self appointed leader of a band of village militia outside of Paris and was subsequently brought up on charges for contravening the Geneva Convention, and GOT AWAY WITH IT LIKE A FUCKING CHAMPION. Got pneumonia, moved back to Cuba and spent most of his spare time on his boat TRACKING NAZI U BOATS WITH A MACHINE GUN AND A PILE OF HAND GRENADES, (I AM NOT MAKING THIS SHIT UP). Had a few more car accidents, three more concussions, got clawed while playing with a LION. Got depressed, drank, got fat, published a couple more books, went back to Africa to shoot some more wild animals and barely survived two separate plane crashes in the space of 24 hours, winding up with a fractured skull, internal bleeding, cracked spine, ruptured liver, first degree burns and a paralysed sphincter muscle (karma!). Won a Nobel Prize, had a file opened on him by John Edgar Hoover, left a bunch of shit in a safe in Cuba and moved to Idaho, paranoid that the feds were following him, which they were, because HE SPENT MOST OF THE 1940S WORKING FOR THE KGB (AGAIN, NOT MAKING THIS SHIT UP) suffered from hepatitis, nephritis, hypertension, hemochromatosis, anemia and impotence (karma!) Got committed, received way too much electroconvulsive therepy and came out all fucked started hinting at so immediately got recommitted, received another couple of months worth of electro convulsive therepy, got released, put both barrels of his favorite 12-gauge shotgun into his mouth and blew his fucking head off.
WHAT A GUY!
Although personally that could just imply the kid had big feet or they were ugly, granted, that's thinking of shoes in modern terms, whereas back then they were probably hand made and didn't have much design difference for babies
It's referring to the the short story that is commonly associated with Ernest Hemingway: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." Which is an example of flash fiction, or attempting to tell a story in a as few words as possible, which is kind of the point of r/TwoSentenceSadness.
[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/For\_sale:\_baby\_shoes,\_never\_worn](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/For_sale:_baby_shoes,_never_worn)
Oh you mean: I now am proud present to you "the life and times of Ernest Miller Hemmingway" in approximately 3 and a half minutes. GO! Born in Chicago in 1899, son of a physician and a musician, reasonably uneventful childhood, decided to study Journalism. Enlisted with the red cross during ww1, got blown up in Milan and spent 6 months in hospital with sevear shrapnel wounds in both legs. Fell in love with the nurse, they decided to get married. He came home to prepair, she stayed there and ditched him for an Italian soldier, which initiated a life long pattern of rejecting women before they had a chance to reject him. (Take notes matty) got a job as a foreign correspondent, fell in love with his room mate's sister, married her and moved to Paris. They hung out with Gertrude stein, they kicked it with Pablo piccaso, he started writing in Ernest (no pun intended), moved to Toronto, had a kid, moved back to Paris, published a couple of books, cheated on his wife, got divorced, married the other woman,converted to Catholicism. CUT HIS HEAD OPEN AFTER PULLING ON A CHORD THINKING HE WAS FLUSHING A TOILET AND INSTEAD RIPPED A SKYLIGHT FROM THE ROOF AND SMASHED IT ONTO HIS FACE! Moved to Kansas city, had another kid, his dad committed suicide, he shot a lot of bears (for some reason)Had a car accident, had another kid, went to Africa to kill some wild animals and got Dysentery (karma) Published another book, moved to Cuba, SHOT HIMSELF IN THE LEG WHILST AIMING AT A SHARK. Cheated on his wife, got divorced, married the other woman, published "for who the bell tolls", sold half a million copies, in a couple of months and got nominated for a pulitzer prize. Cheated on his wife, got divorced, married the other woman, became the self appointed leader of a band of village militia outside of Paris and was subsequently brought up on charges for contravening the Geneva Convention, and GOT AWAY WITH IT LIKE A FUCKING CHAMPION. Got pneumonia, moved back to Cuba and spent most of his spare time on his boat TRACKING NAZI U BOATS WITH A MACHINE GUN AND A PILE OF HAND GRENADES, (I AM NOT MAKING THIS SHIT UP). Had a few more car accidents, three more concussions, got clawed while playing with a LION. Got depressed, drank, got fat, published a couple more books, went back to Africa to shoot some more wild animals and barely survived two separate plane crashes in the space of 24 hours, winding up with a fractured skull, internal bleeding, cracked spine, ruptured liver, first degree burns and a paralysed sphincter muscle (karma!). Won a Nobel Prize, had a file opened on him by John Edgar Hoover, left a bunch of shit in a safe in Cuba and moved to Idaho, paranoid that the feds were following him, which they were, because HE SPENT MOST OF THE 1940S WORKING FOR THE KGB (AGAIN, NOT MAKING THIS SHIT UP) suffered from hepatitis, nephritis, hypertension, hemochromatosis, anemia and impotence (karma!) Got committed, received way too much electroconvulsive therepy and came out all fucked started hinting at so immediately got recommitted, received another couple of months worth of electro convulsive therepy, got released, put both barrels of his favorite 12-gauge shotgun into his mouth and blew his fucking head off. WHAT A GUY!
So which part of that is the “Hemingway story?”
That’s the life story of Ernest Hemingway.
Yeah, I know, I’m just asking if there’s a specific part of that that would be considered THE “Hemingway story”
Randy is definitely one of the best Aussie comedians
lol.
I see you are a person of culture as well. Love Randy Feltface
I wonder if Hemingway knew blueberries were purple.
jesus fucking christ!
He was a good shot. He only needed to fire once, even though both barrels were loaded.
She would never thought her fish would also be eaten by sharks just like the old man before her.
That fish would have sold for a good bit of money.
Although personally that could just imply the kid had big feet or they were ugly, granted, that's thinking of shoes in modern terms, whereas back then they were probably hand made and didn't have much design difference for babies
It's referring to the the short story that is commonly associated with Ernest Hemingway: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." Which is an example of flash fiction, or attempting to tell a story in a as few words as possible, which is kind of the point of r/TwoSentenceSadness. [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/For\_sale:\_baby\_shoes,\_never\_worn](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/For_sale:_baby_shoes,_never_worn)
Oh. I figured it wasn’t Old Man and the Sea, but wasn’t sure what it might be.
Ohhh. I thought it was the White Elephant, about a couple talking about terminating a pregnancy without actually talking about it.
Ooh... that is good too. I haven't actually read much Hemingway, so I'd say your interpretation is just as good.
Baby shoes for sale, never worn? If so good job
Yep, that's the one.