"When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems
except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was
people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no
limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very
few that were as good as spring itself."
Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961). A Moveable Feast. London: Granada, 1984, p. 38 (It concerns the years 1921 to 1926 in Paris).
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