Rolling to starboard like an old freighter, Ernest Hemingway lumbered about his weather-beaten manor in the village of San Francisco de Paula, Cuba one day last week, greeting the press. He had summoned reporters and photographers for an announcement from Stockholm. At 55, "Papa" Hemingway had received the Nobel Prize for Literature. When the announcement came through, he was ready with an uncharacteristic statement: "I am very pleased and very proud to receive the Nobel Prize for Literature." But later, Hemingway could not resist being Hemingway. He...
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