I know now what I saw

 

A large white yacht was coming
into the harbor and seven miles
out in the horizon you could
see a tanker, small and neat in
profile against the blue sea,
hugging the reef as she made to
the westward to keep from wast-
ing fuel against the stream.

       This is not Fitzgerald's ending

       for The Great Gatsby. This is

       Ernest Hemingway's for To Have

       and Have Not. A calm settles up-

       on the Keys, yet with a return

       of caution. How the film trans-

       formed what he wrote is famous,

       but it captured what he dreamed,

       and gave one what one saw. This

       wasn't chemistry, it wasn't elec-

       tricity. I saw a kind of caring

       that went far beyond romance, I

       saw the lights go up against a

       world saving fuel.

       

Ernest Hemingway

To Have and Have Not

Charles Scribner's Sons, 1937©