“In the swamp the banks were bare, the big cedars
came together overhead, the sun did not come through, except in patches; in the
fast deep water, in the half-light, the fishing would be tragic. In the swamp
fishing was a tragic adventure. Nick did not want it. He didn't want to go up
the stream any further today.” ― Ernest Hemingway, “Big Two-Hearted River,” from In Our Time (1925)
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