Hills Like White Elephants

On a couple of readings.

Hills Like White Elephants by Ernest Hemingway

“They look like white elephants,” she said.
“I’ve never seen one,” the man drank his beer.
“No, you wouldn’t have.”
“I might have,” the man said. “Just because you say I wouldn’t have doesn’t prove anything.”
The girl looked at the bead curtain. “They’ve painted something on it,” she said. “What does it say?”
“Anis del Toro. It’s a drink.”
“Could we try it?”

The entire short story is primarily dialogue, and thought provoking. One of my favorite Hemingway pieces thus far.

A Good Man is Hard to Find by Flannery O’Connor

“She was a talker, wasn’t she?” Bobby Lee said, sliding down the ditch with a yodel.

“She would of been a good woman,” The Misfit said, “if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life.”

O’Connor is a tough one.

The Yellow Wall-Paper by Charlotte Perkins-Gilman

“I sometimes fancy that in my condition if I had less opposition and more society and stimulus—but John says the very worst thing I can do is think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad. So I will let it alone and talk about the house.”

An intense look into Gilman’s nervous breakdown. I read twice.