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HEMINGWAY, Ernest. Typed letter signed ("Papa" in pencil) to Jane Mason ("Dearest Daughter") in Havana; [Key West, 24 August 1935]. 1¼ pages, 4to, single-spaced on both sides of a sheet of thick, gold-colored art paper, place and date in Hemingway's pencilled holograph, usual fold creases, in envelope with address typed by Hemingway; written on a very unusual paper for a Hemingway letter.
"WELL WELL WELL. I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE SOMETHING MYSELF SOMETIME. CH[R]IST IT IS HOT"
"Just swiped this paper from Pauline's desk thinking it was the usual yellow typeing [0ic] sheets but find it is labelled Scholastic Art Paper... Nobody feels worse than me not to go to Havana [Hemingway's boat the Pilar needed repairs] and see youse...So am sending Carlos [the Pilar's mate] home [to Havana] tomorrow accompanied by the Cooks who will bring this and sundry items. Literary items. Also the Sylvia Beach catalogue...Hit [sit] here full of all the juice in the world to write but have been delayed. Maybe will write tomorrow, Sat, or the day aft, Sjnday [sic]. I have to write or go Crazy (if not now) but just the same would have well postponed same if my rings [on the boat] hadn't wore out...Thank you for coming to Bimini and for many bottles of absinthe. Also again for coming to Bimini. About jews in Africa what I was trying to think about that time was Ned Shafer, grandson of Morgenthau, son of a Strauss (and a twirp) who hunted with Denis Finch-Hatton in 1927. The [Michael] Lerners invited us to go [to Africa] all expenses paid but no can do. Must work. Don't know whether can or not but bloody well must..."
"...How are you going? I mean writing? it is a tough racket, daughter. [Arnold] Gingrich [publisher of Esquire] wrote a book and the publishers turned it down. He had written me how [g]ood it was and how fine he felt. Then [Burton] Rascoe who works for him wired him it was magnificent and he was a super-man. He didn't know who or what to believe and said would I read it and tell him honestly. It was terrible. That is not fun to write nor I imagine for him to read but told him not to take my word for it. Well well well. I would like to write something myself sometime. Ch[r]ist it is hot..."
"WELL WELL WELL. I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE SOMETHING MYSELF SOMETIME. CH[R]IST IT IS HOT"
"Just swiped this paper from Pauline's desk thinking it was the usual yellow typeing [0ic] sheets but find it is labelled Scholastic Art Paper... Nobody feels worse than me not to go to Havana [Hemingway's boat the Pilar needed repairs] and see youse...So am sending Carlos [the Pilar's mate] home [to Havana] tomorrow accompanied by the Cooks who will bring this and sundry items. Literary items. Also the Sylvia Beach catalogue...Hit [sit] here full of all the juice in the world to write but have been delayed. Maybe will write tomorrow, Sat, or the day aft, Sjnday [sic]. I have to write or go Crazy (if not now) but just the same would have well postponed same if my rings [on the boat] hadn't wore out...Thank you for coming to Bimini and for many bottles of absinthe. Also again for coming to Bimini. About jews in Africa what I was trying to think about that time was Ned Shafer, grandson of Morgenthau, son of a Strauss (and a twirp) who hunted with Denis Finch-Hatton in 1927. The [Michael] Lerners invited us to go [to Africa] all expenses paid but no can do. Must work. Don't know whether can or not but bloody well must..."
"...How are you going? I mean writing? it is a tough racket, daughter. [Arnold] Gingrich [publisher of Esquire] wrote a book and the publishers turned it down. He had written me how [g]ood it was and how fine he felt. Then [Burton] Rascoe who works for him wired him it was magnificent and he was a super-man. He didn't know who or what to believe and said would I read it and tell him honestly. It was terrible. That is not fun to write nor I imagine for him to read but told him not to take my word for it. Well well well. I would like to write something myself sometime. Ch[r]ist it is hot..."