Litteraturquiz III

Bah - detta är en sâ märklig vecka, sâ lât oss avsluta den officiella arbetsveckan med följande reslust:

The Ledoux-Kid Franci fight was the night of the 20th of June. The morning after the fight I had a letter from Robert Cohn, written from Hendaye. He was having a very quiet time, he said, bthing, playing some golf and much bridge. Hendaye had a splendid beach, but he was anxious to start on the fishing-trip. When could I be down? If I would buy him a double-tapered line he would pay me when I came down.
    That same morning I wrote Cohn from the office that Bill and I would leave Paris on the 25th unless I wired him otherwise, and would meet him at Bayonne, where we could get a bus over the mountains to Pamplona. The same evening about seven o'clock I stopped in at Select to see Michael and Brett. They were not there, and I went over to the Dingo. They were inside sitting at the bar.
   'Hello, darling'. Brett put out her hand.
   'Hello, Jake', Mike said. 'I understand I was tight last night'.
   'Weren't you, though', Brett Said. 'Disgraceful business'.
   'Look', said Mike, 'when do you go down to Spain? Would you mind if we came down with you?'
   'It would be grand'.
   'You wouldn't mind, really? I've been at Pamplona, you know. Brett's mad to go. You're sure we wouldn't just be a bloody nuisance?'
   'Don't talk like a fool'.
   'I'm a little tight, you know. I wouldn't ask you like this if I weren't. You're sure you don't mind?'
   'Oh, shut up, Michael'. Brette said; 'How can the man say he'd mind now? I'll ask him later'.
   'But you don't mind, do you?'
   'Don't ask that again unless you want to make me sore. Bill and I go down on the morning of the 25th'.