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'It tastes like liquorice,' the girl said and put the glass down.
'That�s the way with everything.'
'Yes,' said the girl. 'Everything tastes of liquorice. Especially all the things you�ve waited so long for, like absinthe.'
'Oh, cut it out.'
'You started it,' the girl said. 'I was being amused. I was having a fine time.'
'Well, let�s try and have a fine time.'
'All right. I was trying. I said the mountains looked like white elephants. Wasn�t that bright?'
'That was bright.'
'I wanted to try this new drink. That�s all we do, isn�t it � look at things and try new drinks?'
'I guess so.'
The girl looked across at the hills.
'They�re lovely hills,' she said. 'They don�t really look like white elephants. I just meant the colouring of their skin through the trees.'
'Should we have another drink?'
'All right.'

Hills Like White Elephants - Ernest Hemingway

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I'm a twenty-something professional (ha!) with a love of languages, history, and literature. I work for a wonderful international NGO, and spend my free time writing and getting involved in theater (acting, dramaturgy, etc.). And I think that's it!


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