I’m reading through A Farewell to Arms for the first time, and it’s a jarring and tough read at times, given the subject matter. Hemingway doesn’t hold back on the brutality of war, the fragility of love, or the deep loneliness that comes with both. But in the midst of it all, there’s a very poignant moment where the protagonist, Frederic Henry, reflects on the way life inevitably breaks people.