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Fifty Grand by Ernest Hemingway BIOGRAPHY Hemingway / Cincuenta de los grandes "How are you going yourself, Jack?" I asked him. "You seen this, Walcott?" he says. "Just in the gym." "Well," Jack says, "I'm going to need a lot of luck with that boy." "He can't hit you, Jack," Soldier said. "I wish to hell he couldn't." "He couldn't hit you with a handful of bird-shot." "Bird-shot'd be all right," Jack says. "I wouldn't mind bird-shot any." "He looks easy to hit," I said. "Sure," Jack says, "he ain't going to last long. He ain't going to last like...