[Hubo un tiempo en el que la gente escribía lo que verdaderamente pensaba y sentía en las cartas.
La foto la he encontrado en este enlace]
For Christ sake write and don't worry about what the boys will say nor whether it will be a masterpiece nor what. I write one page of masterpiece to ninety one pages of shit. I try to put the shit in the wastebasket. You feel you have to publish crap to make money to live and let live. All write but if you write enough and as well as you can there will be the same amount of masterpiece material (as we say at Yale). You can't think well enough to sit down and write a deliberate masterpiece and if you could get rid of Seldes and those guys that nearly ruined you and turn them out as well as you can and let the spectators yell when it is good and hoot when it is not you would be all right.
Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it—don't cheat with it. Be as faithful to it as a scientist—but don't think anything is of any importance because it happens to you or anyone belonging to you.
[La carta completa en este enlace. Es la respuesta que Ernest Hemingway envió el 28 de mayo de 1934 a F. Scott Fitzgerald después de leer Tender is the Night ]
[Tom Hiddlestone no puede parecerse más a Fitzgerald en Midnight in Paris (2011), es impresionante]
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