In
Hemingway's "," that is what one can hope
for: a clean, well-lighted place like the
little cafe.
The story presents a realistic--some might say bleak--picture of
reality and existence. In this world, the story suggests, one finds meaning in small
ways.
Bits of kindness or courtesy, peace, contentment, and comfortable
surroundings are what one can
hope for. The place where the old man drinks
his brandy is all he has.
The
world, as the speaker sees
it, is bleak. The old man "Last week...tried to commit
suicide." Why, or
what about? "Nothing." Yet, though he is cut off and told he
is "finished"
by the inconsiderate of the two waiters, he...
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