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But I knew I was not Hemingway nor would I ever want to be. He was unsympathetic to animals. It was all about him. He was in love with himself. He played the role he wrote, and lived it. And good for him. I just didn't agree with his way of living. "Mr. Livingston I presume", a character from thirties jungle movies, maybe Tarsan with Buster Crabbe in particular.
That was the difference between me and the literary types of Song Lake. They seemed to embrace everything with no discrimination. Now Hemingway is all the vogue, and all the many conversations, and next week it is Ann Rand - eeeegad ! And then the former passion is suddenly mash. I didn't bother, since I knew ahead of time before they even read a new book, that the story would be the same, ripe to rotting. I got my stuff from television. Can get the same message in a skit-shoot.
I suppose Nicole had to be the woman first and the hippie second. She may have wanted me to take charge. But that is something I had decided that I was not going to be, and it was to be a conflict for life, the Knight in Shinning Armor. I did not want a damsel. Nicole was a strong woman and had un-ordinary ideas. And this was a bit of the The Maginot Line, the fifties of all mind and military do, and the sixties - lets all party and feel with our bodies, instead of insulated in modern trivial home TV. It was the man who wanted to be a woman, and a woman who wanted to be a man, only no decision was forthcoming and thus a non-event - event. We did not stop, and slept that night in the weeds all sweaty. Hemingway would have gone swimming.
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