Travel Writer

     "Take some more coffee," I said.
     "Good.  Coffee is good for you.  It's the caffeine in it.  Caffeine, 
we are here.  Caffeine puts a man on her horse and a woman in 
his grave.  You know what's the trouble with you?  You're an 
expatriate.  One of the worst type.  Haven't you heard that?  Nobody 
that ever left their own country ever wrote anything worth 
printing.  Not even in the newspapers."
     He drank the coffee.
     "You're an expatriate.  You've lost touch with the soil.  You get 
precious.  Fake European standards have ruined you.  You drink 
yourself to death.  You become obsessed by sex.  You spend all your 
time talking, not working.  You are an expatriate, see?  You hang 
around cafes."
     "It sounds like a swell life," I said.

~Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises

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