No Man is an Island… Our Groupees Kids!
I’m a big fan of Hemingway. I enjoy his spare but keenly observant writing style. It is evocative and very moving to me. And his themes and stories are big, like the man himself. I will always remember the first page of For Whom the Bell Tolls, the prologue, a poem by John Donne from which the title derives:
“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.”
