I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.


Three Novels: The Sun Also Rises (ed. 1962)


I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.

I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.

I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.

I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.