"For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit's foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit's foot long ago and the bones and sinews were polished by wear. The claws scratched the lining of your pocket and you knew your luck was still there. ... In those days, you did not really need anything, not even the rabbit's foot, but it was good to feel it in your pocket."
-Hemingway, A Movable Feast, 91-96.
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