Tuesday, April 18, 2006

A Clean, Well-Lighted Place

"We are of two different kinds," the older waiter said. He was now dressed to go home. "It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful. Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be some one who needs the cafe."
"Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long."
"You do not understand. This is a clean and pleasant cafe. It is well lighted. The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves."
"Good night," said the younger waiter.

By Ernest Hemingway

1 comment:

Dexter said...

Didn't this print used to hang in our Veterans Affairs office? That place where we used to do homework until you showed up after class and any chance of concentration would be lost.