'I am one of those who like to stay late at the cafe', the older waiter said. With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night.''I want to go home and into bed.''We are of two different kinds,' the older waiter said. He was now dressed to go home. 'It is not only a question of youth and confidence, although those things are very beautiful. Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be someone who needs the cafe.''Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long.''You do not understand. This is a clean and pleasant cafe. It is well lighted. The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves.'- From a Clean, Well-Lighted Place by Ernest Hemingway
See original: A clean, well-lighted place,
