Mirth > Bliss: An Open Letter to Ernest Hemingway, Who I Openly Hate
As the famously grouchy Ernest Hemingway once said, it’s very rare to find an intelligent, happy person. Of course, I’m paraphrasing. (Mostly because I suspect this will seriously piss off old Ernie, wherever he is. …Hell, probably.) My whole life, I’ve been fascinated by this happiness/knowledge connection. Is it better to see/feel/know too much, and […]
