"I'm not one of you literary chaps." Mike stood shakily and leaned against the table. "I'm not clever. But I do know when I'm not wanted. Why don't you see when you're not wanted, Cohn? Go away. Go away, for God's sake. Take that sad Jewish face away. Don't you think I'm right?" (Hemingway 181)
It feels so good to release all my pent up anger against Cohn. I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but he needs to realize what he's doing wrong. That sorry excuse of a man keeps chasing and following after Brett, my fiance. Of course, I fully acknowledge that she goes around dating and sleeping with other men, but she still takes care of me, in my bankrupt and drunken state. So what Cohn and Brett went to San Sebastian together? Cohn needs to realize that he's no one special, just another one of Brett's lovers. He needs to stop acting to immature and childish. His behavior is ruining everyone's time on this trip, and we don't need that at all. Honestly, there is no way sugarcoating words will help Cohn stop acting the way he is. All I did was tell him reality. Don't you agree with me?
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