Ernest Hemingway once said:“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow men. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self.” When Ernest Hemingway used his favorite shotgun to end his life in July 2, 1961 biographer Scott Donaldson quoted the Louisville Courier-Journal editorial: “It is almost as though the Twentieth Century itself has come to a sudden, violent, and premature end.” Hemingway lived large. Four wives, each discarded it turn when a new infatuation emerged. Enough health disasters for several traveling men: anthrax, amoebic dysentery, a broken arm, concussion, pneumonia. He was badly burned in a bush fire and significantly injured in 2 plane crashes. He suffered alcoholism, diabetes and, of course, depression.
