I settled back. Brett moved close to me. We sat up close against each other. I put my arm around her and she rested against me comfortably. It was very hot and bright, and the houses looked sharply white. We turned out onto the Gran Via.
"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "We could have have such a damned good time together."
"Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so.

Auteur: Ernest Hemingway