You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined… — Ernest Hemingway
You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around cafés.
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