It’s Hemingway’s birthday (b. 21 July 1899), and I happen to be reading a 1932 copy of A Farewell to Arms. This book is quickly becoming a favorite… not so much for the writing itself (it’s pretty good but not great) but for the history of this particular edition. I posted earlier about the old wedding announcement I found between the pages, but I didn’t mention that this book evidently became part of the library of St. Ignatius Residence in Portland, Maine. (No one checked this book out?) And somehow it made it from Maine to California, where I bought it several years ago. So even though it has been owned and given away multiple times, I may be the first person to actually read it. :)
This isn't really a question just an observation/conenectio I guess. I was going through a poetry book and found a quote that reminded me of the Raritan river thing with Lams: 'It remembers how we swam naked with our bodies made of 60 percent water, the small islands of our skin surfacing, barely touching....We kiss, and our mouths collect sins and miracles....We wash each other clean with the dark bones of secrets, of loss, of famine and fall and friends like us who became lovers by accident.'