Hemingway had given the power to believe you could still shout down the corridor of the hospital, live next to the breath of the beast, accept your portion of dread each day. Now, the greatest living romantic was dead. Dread was loose. The giant had not paid his dues, and something awful was in the air. Technology would fill the pause. Into the silence, static would enter. It was conceivable that man was no longer ready to share the dread of the Lord. |
Mailer underlines the fact that “John F. Kennedy had made his declaration concerning the moon not six weeks before Hemingway was dead”.
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