The only resemblance to the man we had imagined was in the fullness of the face. And even the face was pale and red-veined, not ruddy or weather-beaten. We were particularly struck by the thinness of his arms and legs.… He walked with the tentativeness of a man well over sixty-one. The dominant sense we had was of fragility. They were equally surprised by his apparent inability to talk. He “spoke in spurts of a few words, hardly ever in sentences.… ”8 When Hemingway died, everything was lost!