When you're young a lot of it is acting.  Boy and girl like each other, but each puts up an act.  Only at rare moments do they drop the act.  No longer compelled.  I tried to capture that in the book I wrote, because that's what I felt, that's what I remember from those days.  As if college was a lesson in physics, as physics pertains to how the human creature acts when being in society.

Humphrey Bogart, meets Lauren Bacall, Ingrid Bergman...  The act is a sign of freedom, of intelligence, of candor, honesty.

(One can only say this crudely.  There are not the best terms, yet, for it.  There are words for the opposite, and people get paid handsomely to write the words which would sell all this out.)


Your own intelligence is native.  Passed on from the ancestors, from the animals, from your own human uniqueness.  You have to respect your thought processes as they are, accepting them by letting them grow, or stay, wild.  The mind is never--would never--need a commercial to tell you its efficacy, its beauty.  You are in it.

(Not like the advertisement for AI.)

Hemingway was prone to suffering great boredom (and, probably, anxiety and angst.)    He was attracted to war and restaurants and barrooms, things that offered a refuge for the wildness he felt within, like the fishing expeditions to wildness and rivers.