For Whom the Bell Totos

This is too good not to share:
"Toto's 'Africa'" by Ernest Hemingway

I am a fan of the song (did this blog's title give it away?) AND the author. Here's an excerpt:

The man thought the dogs sounded desperate, perhaps having grown restless and longing for some company. He knew the feeling. The crying of the dogs reminded him that he would need to do what he knew was right now that she was here.

In Hemingway's typical autobiographical style, I expect the next chapter to feature the protagonist downing another large whiskey and heading out onto the savannah to shoot some large animals. Speaking of Hemingway, drinking and hunting, here is a bit from How to Drink, the Hemingway Way| (Which is itself an excerpt from "The Heming Way: How to Unleash the Booze-Inhaling, Animal-Slaughtering, War-Glorifying, Hairy-Chested, Retro-Sexual Legend Within... Just Like Papa!") -

A man works up quite a thirst while massacring ferocious beasts such as lions, tigers, and chipmunks with his personal arsenal of firearms and traps and machetes and blowtorches. On safari Hemingway often "drank a whiskey … to take the edge off so I would not be nervous" ("Green Hills of Africa") and got "too drunk to shoot straight." Like Dick Cheney, he probably scared away more hunting partners than wives.