E.

Here's something muscular.

My friend was here recently from Out-of-Town and while admiring my ancient Remington on my great-grandmother's wooden table in its very own pride-of-place with a bentwood chair at the ready, she (who has been to E. Hemingway's house) said 'it looks just like his writing table'. 'Oh except there was no chair. Apparently he wrote standing up.'

Oh.

All drinking, all shooting, all fishing, up standing, all pacing man -o-man.

Lets raise our glasses, shall we?