“‘Couldn’t we live
together, Brett? Couldn’t we just live together?’”
“‘I don’t think so. I’d
just tromper you with everybody. You couldn’t stand it.’”
“‘I stand it now.’”
“‘That would be
different. It’s my fault Jake. It’s the way I’m made.’” (Hemingway 62)
Gosh! This importunate
manner! Hasn’t he realized that nothing can happen between us? I just would not
be able to be free because of his impotence. It will end up even worse. I would
go see other men to appease my thirst for pleasure. Jake’s a delicate man,
especially after the war and losing his, any man’s, most prized possession. He
thinks he can take it, but I know he can’t. Either way, it would be my fault if
I cheat on Jake. I would be aware of my affairs. It’s not like the others in
which men are trying to please me and win me over. I would be forcing this pain
onto Jake if I were to cheat on him. I can’t do it. I am made to be free. That way, I'm not restricted to anyone. I need to be able to do whatever I want.
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