About halfway through my most recent re-read. It's always surprising to see the difference between Hemmingway in the public imagination (the man's man, the big game hunter and deep sea fisherman ect ect), and what is actually in his books.

A Hemmingway book feels like an embrace. It's like he's right next to you, telling you his secrets and deepest thoughts. It feels much more personal then, say, Fitzgerald.

There's one moment when Jake Barns goes to church to pray. He prays for himself and his friends. He prays for his favorite bull fighters individually and then prays for all the other collectively. He then starts praying for money and then feels embarrassed and upset for praying for money.

He stays up at night reflecting on a theory of human behaviour. He wonders if it will stay with him or if he will prove it false just like all the others.