The reader is immersed in the heart of the debate between the consciousness of the writer (Hemingway himself?), Its memory and its actions. He really likes this girl and why would he finally when on the road, it is assailed by memories with other women, with her children. Prison reverie which only the friendly relationship between consciousness and action can build release.
Poem of life of the adventurer: the love of his children argues with that of the desired involvement in the Spanish Civil War. Fatigue, demoralization of the writer of fuel. "Do you love me?" often arises, always, the young woman to her husband, the nagging way, touching essentially the young prodigy Mozart beyond the congratulations he received, asked: "Do you love me?".
This question is asked us from beyond the grave by Hemingway. I answer in the affirmative.
