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…finite limit for each. There is only so much we can love. And there is only so much we can believe. Once we love someone, we fail to see their failings. And once we believe something, we are too emotionally invested to put it through scrutiny.
Maybe there is a lesson there. Lots and lots of them.
Hemingway starts off with a simple story, that of an old fisherman and his fish. He then turns the story into an ode to life’s struggles. The way he does that is so natural; it’s brilliant.