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A Strange Enough Ending

A Good Café on the Place St-Michel | Miss Stein Instructs | Shakespeare and Company | People of the Seine | A False Spring | The End of an Avocation | Hunger Was Good Discipline | Ford Madox Ford and the Devil's Disciple | Birth of a New School | With Pascin at the Dome |


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The way it ended with Gertrude Stein was strange enough. We had become very good

friends and I had done a number of practical things for her such as getting her long book started as a serial with Ford and helping type the manuscript and reading her proof and we were getting to be better friends than I could ever wish to be. There is not much future in men being friends with great women although it can be pleasant enough before it gets better or worse, and there is usually even less future with truly ambitious women writers.

One time when I gave the excuse for not having stopped in at 27 rue de Fleurus for some time that I did not know whether Miss Stein would be at home, she said, 'But

Hemingway, you have the run of the place. Don't you know that? I mean it truly. Come in any time and the maidservant' - she used her name but I have forgotten it - 'will look after you and you must make yourself at home until I come.'

I did not abuse this but sometimes I would stop in and the maidservant would give

me a drink and I would look at the pictures and if Miss Stein did not turn up I would thank the maidservant and leave a message and go away. Miss Stein and a companion

were getting ready to go south in Miss Stein's car and on this day Miss Stein had asked me to come by in the forenoon to say goodbye. She had asked us to come and visit,

Hadley and I staying at an hotel, but Hadley and I had other plans and other places where we wanted to go. Naturally you say nothing about this, but you can still hope to go and then it is impossible. I knew a little about the system of not visiting people. I had to learn it. Much later Picasso told me that he always promised the rich to come when they asked him because it made them so happy and then something would happen and he would be

unable to appear. But that had nothing to do with Miss Stein and he said it about other people.

It was a lovely spring day and I walked down from the Place de l'Observatoire

through the little Luxembourg. The horse-chestnut trees were in blossom and there were many children playing on the gravelled walks with their nurses sitting on the benches, and I saw wood-pigeons in the trees and heard others that I could not see.

The maidservant opened the door before I rang and told me to come in and to wait.

Miss Stein would be down at any moment. It was before noon but the maidservant poured me a glass of eau-de-vie, put it in my hand and winked happily. The colourless alcohol felt good on my tongue and it was still in my mouth when I heard someone speaking to Miss Stein as I had never heard one person speak to another; never, anywhere, ever.

Then Miss Stein's voice came pleading and begging, saying, 'Don't, pussy. Don't.

Don't, please don't. I'll do anything, pussy, but please don't do it. Please don't. Please don't, pussy.'

I swallowed the drink and put the glass down on the table and started for the door.

The maidservant shook her finger at me and whispered, 'Don't go. She'll be right down.'

'I have to go,' I said and tried not to hear any more as I left but it was still going on and the only way I could not hear it was to be gone. It was bad to hear and the answers were worse.

In the courtyard I said to the maidservant, 'Please say I came to the courtyard and met you. That I could not wait because a friend is sick. Say bon voyage for me. I will write.' 'C'est entendu, Monsieur. What a shame you cannot wait.' 'Yes,' I said. 'What a shame.'

That was the way it finished for me, stupidly enough, although I still did the small jobs, made the necessary appearances, brought people that were asked for and waited dismissal with most of the other men friends when that epoch came and the new friends moved in. It was sad to see new worthless pictures hung in with the great pictures but it made no difference any more. Not to me it didn't. She quarrelled with nearly all of us that were fond of her except Juan Gris and she couldn't quarrel with him because he was dead.

I am not sure that he would have cared because he was past caring and it showed in his paintings.

Finally she even quarrelled with the new friends but none of us followed it any more.

She got to look like a Roman emperor and that was fine if you liked your women to look like Roman emperors. But Picasso had painted her, and I could remember her when she looked like a woman from Friuli.

In the end everyone, or not quite everyone, made friends again in order not to be

stuffy or righteous. I did too. But I could never make friends again truly, neither in my heart nor in my head. When you cannot make friends any more in your head is the worst.

But it was more complicated than that.


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