في الصباح كانت ريحٌ عاتية تهبّ، والأمواج تتلاطم عاليًا على الشاطئ، وظلّ مستيقظًا زمنًا طويلًا قبل أن يتذكّر أنّ قلبه مكسور.

“In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.”Ernest Hemingway — The Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway (2002)