Ernest Hemingway[Voiceover of a letter he wrote]Beloved, I learned from you not to have the vanity to think that planes were looking for me and all bullets had my name on them. I am tired, and I wish I were with you.
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Ernest HemingwayAnd if he's a good enough writer, he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.
Ernest HemingwayCome, on Gellhorn. Every writer keeps one review.
Martha GellhornWell, you can blame Mrs. Roosevelt. She encouraged me to write it.
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Ernest Hemingway[Voiceover of a letter he wrote]My dearest Marty, One thing you must know, love is infinitely more durable than hate. Last night I howled at the moon, and some poor wretched beast answered from the dark. Maybe he has a Marty, too? And so we howled together. The animal, and the man whom love has made an animal. Love, you poisoned my typewriter. How can I write with every key screaming? Since you left, I've had hangovers they could name battleships after. Today, I remember the heat of your naked skin. I am stinko deadly lonely. We must promise and pledge and swear out loud to the love-drunk gods on high that we will never leave each other again.
Charles ColebaughJohn Donne! "Each man's death diminishes me, for I am involved in mankind. Therefore, ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee."
Charles ColebaughMm, you can't filch her, Perkins. I've got her locked up at Collier's. Stories are so good, we want more. Actually, you know, I wasn't sure that gals have the stuff to be war reporters.
Ernest Hemingway[grabs whiskey bottle]Yeah, I want to get bombed right now.
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Martha GellhornI'm not going to write a piece on Hem's hunt for German submarines in the Carribean. Because it's ludicrous. That's why. In six months he hasn't found so much as a floating sauerbraten.