Martha Gellhorn was a brilliant reporter and she was married to Ernest Hemingway. Here’s a beautiful passage from the book “Selected letters of Martha Gellhorn”. Its from a letter from Martha to Ernest:
“There are no real rewards for time passing. And I was not beautiful when I was young and no one said so and I never found myself so; and god knows it was a mean row to hoe. I have so much now that it startles me: blessings overflowing, and I had nothing then. But I don’t really like what I know; I don’t really care for wisdom and experience. I would rather believe, and beat out my brains, and believe some more. I do not like this safe, well-armed woman I have become. The loud bleating disheveled starry reckless failed girl was a better person.
I wish we could stop it all now, the prestige, the possessions, the position, the knowledge, the victory: and that we could by a miracle return together under the arch at Milan, with you so brash in your motorcycle sidecar and I, badly dressed, fierce, loving, standing in the street waiting for your picture to be taken. My God, how i wish it. I would give every single thing there now is to be young and poor with you, as poor as there was to be, and the days hard but always with that shine on them that came of not being sure, of hoping, of believing in fact in just the things we now so richly have. Well, shit I am a fool.”