“The revolutionist”
This story’s hero he was Magyar, a very nice boy and very shy, in 1919 he went Italy and then Switzerland so as to do the movements. He was delighted with Italy, the people were all kind, beautiful, but he didn’t like Mantegnas when I asked him whether he likes Mantegnas.
The depiction of him “carrying a square of oilcloth from the headquarters of the party written in indelible pencil” made the situation on edge, I felt, and this story started loosely in the first part, he went to walked and bought the reproductions picture of Giotto, Masaccio, and Piero della Francesce, but at the last scene ended suddenly-“The last I heard of him the Swiss had him in jail near Sion.”-this alike the last scene of “A very short story” a man contracted gonorrhea when a man went to other country they had been.
“Mr. and Mrs. Elliot”
This story was as follows-Mr. and Mrs. Eliot, each name-Hubert Eliot and Cornelia tried very hard to have a baby-they tried even over on the boat in Boston. Hubert Eliot was taking post graduate work in law at Harvard and was a poet and income of nearly ten thousand dollars a year, Cornelia helped his work, and she was seemed much younger until did travelling- they did traveling Europe-Paris, Dijon also came to Paris and went to Touraine. In Touraine she rented a château and her girl friend came. At that château, they enjoyed each-he wrote a great deal of poetry during the night and in the morning, Cornelia’s friend did typing instead of Cornelia because she was very neat and efficient, and slept together in the big medieval bed with Cornelia.
I felt the relationship only Mr. and Mrs. Elliot wasn’t go well. Because he was delicate when making poets and pages as follows-“They found there was nothing to do in Dijon. Hubert, however, was writing a great number of poems and Cornelia typed them for him. They were all very long poems. He was very severe about mistakes and would make her re-do an entire page if there was one mistake.”…, “Mrs. Elliot was learning the touch system on the typewriter, but she found that while it increased the speed it made more mistakes.” But the appearing of her friend was a good spice for her.
Bibliography
Ernest Hemingway, (1958), In our time; stories by Ernest Hemingway, New York: Scribner
(北村太郎訳、1982年、『われらの時代に』(ヘミングウェイ短編集1)、荒地出版社)
