The Snows of Kilimanjaro and Other Stories

I'd like to destroy you a few times in bed.

Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain 19,710 feet high, and is said to be the highest mountain in Africa. Its western summit is called the Masai 'Ngaje Ngai', the House of God. Close to the western summit there is a dried and frozen carcas of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at that altitude.

Each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.

Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them either. Maybe you could never write them, and that was why you put them off and delayed the starting. Well he would never know, now.

He had never quarreled much with this woman, while with the women that he loved he had quarreled so much they had finally, always, with the corrosion of the quarreling, killed what they had together. He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.

It's a bore," he said out loud. "What is, my dear?" "Anything you do too bloody long.

And that was the end of the beginning of that

That in some way he could work the fat off his soul the way a fighter went into the mountains to work and train in order to burn it out of his body

Please tell me what can I do. There must be something I can do

Life is a dunghill, and I'm the cock that gets to crow on it.

You did not have to like it because you understood it. He could beat anything, he thought, because no thing could hurt him if he did not care

If he lived by a lie he should try to die by it

However you make your living is where your talent lies

It was not her fault that when he went to her he was already over

I’d like to destroy you a few times in bed.

THE GAMBLER,THE NUN,& THE RADIO I am a poor idealist. I am a victim of illusions. He laughed.

How what she had done could never matter since he knew he could not cure himself of loving her

When she goes, he though. I'll have all I want. Not all I want but all there is

You did not have to like it because you understood it.

It was never what he had done,but always what he could do. And he had chosen to make his living with something else instead of a pen or a pencil

THE GAMBLER,THE NUN & THE RADIO I never carry a gun. With my luck, if i carried a gun I would be hanged ten times a year.

THE GAMBLER,THE NUN & THE RADIO Do you have bad luck with all games? With everything and with women. He smiled again, showng his bad teeth. Truly? -Truly And what is there to do? -Continue, slowly, and wait for luck to change.

For this, that now was coming, he had very little curiosity. For years it had obseessed him; but now it meant nothing in itself. It was strange how easy being tired enough made it. Now he would never write the things he had saved to write, until he knew enough to write them well

You know the only thing I've ever lost is curiosity," he said to her. "You've never lost anything.You're the most complete man I've ever known

She had been married to a man who had never bored her and these people bored her very much

I always like the bad ones. I know he's a bad one of some sort.

THE GAMBLER,THE NUN,& THE RADIO Everything is mucho simpler in a hospital, including jokes

And just then it occurred to him that he was going to die. It came with a rush; not as a rush of water nor of wind; but of a sudden, evil-smelling emptiness and the odd thing was that the hyena slipped lightly along the edge of it.

I guess you are all right. That was bad luck all right. Plenty bad luck.

Just as, with the radio, there are certain things that you become fond of, and you welcome them and resent the new things