Jake Barnes, wounded in the war in a way that prevents physical love, moves through postwar Paris and Pamplona with Brett Ashley, whom he loves and cannot have. Hemingway published this in 1926, and it defined the Lost Generation. The prose is stripped to essentials, the emotions conveyed through omission, the bullfighting precise and somehow heartbreaking. 'Isn't it pretty to think so' is the last line, and it encapsulates everything: the gap between what we want and what we get, the style that holds loss at arm's length.