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Ernest Miller Hemingway was born in 1899 at Oak Park； a highly respectable suburb of Chicago； where his father； a keen sportsman； was a doctor。 He was the second of six children。 The family spent holidays in a lakeside hunting lodge in Michigan； near Indian settlements。 Although energetic and successful in all school activities； Ernest twice ran away from home before joining the Kansas City Star as a cub reporter in 1917。 Next year he volunteered as an ambulance driver on the Italian front and was badly wounded。 Returning to America he began to write features for the Toronto Star Weekly in 1919 and was married in 1921。 That year he came to Europe as a roving correspondent and covered several large conferences。 In France he came into contact with Gertrude Steinlater they quarreledEzra Pound； and James Joyce。 He covered the Greco…Turkish war in 1922。 Three Stories and Two Poems was given a limited publication in Paris in 1923。 Thereafter he gradually took to a life of bull…fighting； big…game hunting； and deep…sea fishing。 He visited Spain during the Civil War。 Latterly he lived mostly in Cuba； and he died in July 1961。
He early established himself as the master of a new； tough； and peculiarly American style of writing and became a legend during his lifetime。 But； as John Wain wrote in the Observer after his death； ¨Though there were many imitators there was never truly a ˉSchool of Hemingwayˇ； because the standard he set was too severe。〃
His best…known books were A Farewell to Arms （1929）； Death in the Afternoon （1932）； For Whom the Bell Tolls （1940）； and The Old Man and the Sea （1952）。 In 1954 he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature。 Ernest Hemingway had three sons。
MEN
WITHOUT WOMEN
ERNEST HEMINGWAY
PENGUIN BOOKS
Penguin Books Ltd； Harmondsworth； Middlesex； England
Penguin Books Australia Ltd； Ringwood； Victoria； Australia
First published by Jonathan Cape 1928
Published in Penguin Books 1955
Reprinted 1956； 1957； 1958； 1960； 1962； 1963； 1965； 1967； 1969； 1971； 1972
Made and printed in Great Britain
by Hunt Barnard Printing Ltd； Aylesbury
Set in Monotype Bembo
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Contents
Contents 3
THE UNDEFEATED 3
IN ANOTHER COUNTRY 3
HILLS LIKE WHITE ELEPHANTS 3
THE KILLERS 3
CHE TI DICE LA PATRIA？ 3
FIFTY GRAND 3
A SIMPLE ENQUIRY 3
TEN INDIANS 3
A CANARY FOR ONE 3
AN ALPINE IDYLL 3
A PURSUIT RACE 3
TODAY IS FRIDAY 3
BANAL STORY 3
NOW I LAY ME 3
To
EVAN SHIPMAN
THE UNDEFEATED
MANUEL GARCIA climbed the stairs to Don Miguel Retanaˇs office。 He set down his suitcase and knocked on the door。 There was no answer。 Manuel； standing in the hallway； felt there was someone in the room。 He felt it through the door。
¨Retana；〃 he said； listening。
There was no answer。
Heˇs there； all right； Manuel thought。
¨Retana；〃 he said and banged the door。
¨Whoˇs there？〃 said someone in the office。
¨Me； Manolo；〃 Manuel said。
¨What do you want？〃 asked the voice。
¨I want to work；〃 Manuel said。
Something in the door clicked several times and it swung open。 Manuel went in； carrying his suitcase。
A little man sat behind a desk at the far side of the room。 Over his head was a bullˇs head； stuffed by a Madrid taxidermist； on the walls were framed photographs and bullfight posters。
The little man sat looking at Manuel。
¨I thought theyˇd killed you；〃 he said。
Manuel knocked with his knuckles on the desk。 The little man sat looking at him across the desk。
¨How many corridas you had this year？〃 Retana asked。
¨One；〃 he answered。
¨Just that one？〃 the little man asked。
¨Thatˇs all。〃
¨I read about it in the papers；〃 Retana said。 He leaned back in the chair and looked at Manuel。
Manuel looked up at the stuffed bull。 He had seen it often before。 He felt a certain family interest in it。 It had killed his brother； the promising one； about nine years ago。 Manuel remembered the day。 There was a brass plate on the oak shield the bullˇs head was mounted on。 Manuel could not read it； but he imagined it was in memory of his brother。 Well； he had been a good kid。
The plate said： ¨The Bull ˉMariposaˇ of the Duke of Veragua； which accepted 9 varas for 7 caballos； and caused the death of Antonio Garcia； Novillero； April 27； 1909。〃
Retana saw him looking at the stuffed bullˇs head。
¨The lot the Duke sent me for Sunday will make a scandal；〃 he said。 ¨Theyˇre all bad in the legs。 What do they say about them at the Caf？？〃
¨I donˇt know；〃 Manuel said。 ¨I just got in。〃
¨Yes；〃 Retana said。 ¨You still have your bag。〃
He looked at Manuel； leaning back behind the big desk。
¨Sit down；〃 he said。 ¨Take off your cap。〃
Manuel sat down； his cap off； his face was changed。 He looked pale； and his coleta pinned forward on his head； so that it would not show under the cap； gave him a strange look。
¨You donˇt look well；〃 Retana said。
¨I just got out of the hospital；〃 Manuel said。
¨I heard theyˇd cut your leg off；〃 Retana said。
¨No；〃 said Manuel。 ¨It got all right。〃
Retana leaned forward across the desk and pushed a wooden box of cigarettes toward Manuel。
¨Have a cigarette；〃 he said。
¨Thanks。〃
Manuel lit it。
¨Smoke？〃 he said； offering the match to Retana。
¨No；〃 Retana waved his hand。 ¨I never smoke。〃
Retana watched him smoking。
¨Why donˇt you get a job and go to work？〃 he said。
¨I donˇt want to work；〃 Manuel said。 ¨I am a bullfighter。〃
¨There arenˇt any bullfighters any more；〃 Retana said。
¨Iˇm a bullfighter；〃 Manuel said。
¨Yes； while youˇre in there；〃 Retana said。
Manuel laughed。
Retana sat； saying nothing and looking at Manuel。
¨Iˇll put you in a nocturnal if you want；〃 Retana offered。
¨When？〃 Manuel asked。
¨Tomorrow night。〃
¨I donˇt like to substitute for anybody；〃 Manuel said。 That was the way they all got killed。 That was the way Salvador got killed。 He tapped with his knuckles on the table。
¨Itˇs all Iˇve got；〃 Retana said。
¨Why donˇt you put me on next week？〃 Manuel suggested。
¨You wouldnˇt draw；〃 Retana said。 ¨All they want is Litri and Rubito and La Torre。 Those kids are good。〃
¨Theyˇd come to see me get it；〃 Manuel said； hopefully。
¨No； they wouldnˇt。 They donˇt know who you are any more。〃
¨Iˇve got a lot of stuff；〃 Manuel said。
¨Iˇm offering to put you on tomorrow night；〃 Retana said。 ¨You can work with young Hernandez and kill two novillos after the Charlots。〃
¨Whose novillos？〃 Manuel asked。
¨I donˇt know。 Whatever stuff theyˇve got in the corrals。 What the veterinaries wonˇt pass in the daytime。〃
¨I donˇt like to substitute；〃 Manuel said。
¨You can take it or leave it；〃 Retana said。 He leaned forward over the papers。 He was no longer interested。 The appeal that Manuel had made to him for a moment when he thought of the old days was gone。 He would like to get him to substitute for Larita because he could get him cheaply。 He could get others cheaply too。 He would like to help him though。 Still； he had given him the chance。 It was up to him。
¨How much do I get？〃 Manuel asked。 He was still playing with the idea of refusing。 But he knew he could not refuse。
¨Two hundred and fifty pesetas；〃 Retana said。 He had thought of five hundred； but when he opened his mouth it said two hundred and fifty。
¨You pay Villalta seven thousand；〃 Manuel said。
¨Youˇre not Villalta；〃 Retana said。
¨I know it；〃 Manuel said。
¨He draws it； Manolo；〃 Retana said in explanation。
¨Sure；〃 said Manuel。 He stood up。 ¨Give me three hundred； Retana。〃
¨All right；〃 Retana agreed。 He reached in the drawer for a paper。
¨Can I have fifty now？〃 Manuel asked。
¨Sure；〃 said Retana。 He took a fifty peseta note out of his pocket…book and laid it； spread out flat； on the table。
Manuel picked it up and put it in his pocket。
¨What about a cuadrilla？〃 he asked。
¨Thereˇs the boys that always work for me nights；〃 Retana said。 ¨Theyˇre all right。〃
¨How about picadors？〃 Manuel asked。
¨Theyˇre not much；〃 Retana admitted。
¨Iˇve got to have one good pic；〃 Manuel said。
¨Get him then；〃 Retana said。 ¨Go and get him。〃
¨Not out of this；〃 Manuel said。 ¨Iˇm not paying for any cuadrilla out of sixty duros。〃
Retana said nothing but looked at Manuel across the big desk。
¨You know Iˇve got to have one good pic；〃 Manuel said。
Retana said nothing but looked at Manuel from a long way off。
¨It isnˇt right；〃 Manuel said。
Retana was still considering him； leaning back in his chair； considering him from a long way away。
¨Thereˇre the regular pics；〃 he offered。
¨I know；〃 Manuel said。 ¨I know your regular pics。〃
Retana