Jake Barnes

"This was the Brett, that I had felt like crying about. Then I thought of her walking up the street and stepping into the car, as I had last seen her, and of course in a little while I felt like hell again. It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing" (Hemingway 42).

     Once again I sit and watch as Brett goes off with another man. It pains me that I can't stop her and all I can do is sit and cry. Every day I am taunted with what I can't have and I have to keep up a tough act. On the other hand at night I barely survive. When it's dark it is so easy for me to think of the things I am unhappy about. All I want is to be with Brett, but that's impossible. It is so hard for me to stay strong when I see her with other men when I know we should be together. She whispers sweet nothings into my ear but none of them help when I'm alone with my thoughts. In the daytime it is easy for me to be rational and understand why we have to be apart but at night that's another thing.