I cupped both hands over my mouth and, like Tarzan in the jungle, yelled from one sidewalk to the other: ”Maaaeeestro!” Ernest Hemingway understood that there could be no other master amid the multitude of students, and he turned, raised his hand and shouted to me in Castillian in a very childish voice, ”Adiooos, amigo!” It was the only time I saw him… [it left] me with the impression that something had happened in my life, and had happened for all time.
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez, 30 years ago, on seeing Ernest Hemingway 32 years earlier in Paris. Full story at Wired. (via doubledaybooks)