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In Part Two, Harry is badly wounded in his right arm, which he subsequently loses, by the gunfire of law enforcement agents while smuggling liquor from Cuba. But in Part Three, the longest and most intense section of the book, he (literally) single-handedly kills, with his Thompson submachine gun, four Cuban revolutionaries escaping from a bank robbery. And yet, a true existential character trapped in a naturalistic world, he mutters with his dying breath this credo: “No matter how a man alone ain’t got no bloody fucking chance” (225). | In Part Two, Harry is badly wounded in his right arm, which he subsequently loses, by the gunfire of law enforcement agents while smuggling liquor from Cuba. But in Part Three, the longest and most intense section of the book, he (literally) single-handedly kills, with his Thompson submachine gun, four Cuban revolutionaries escaping from a bank robbery. And yet, a true existential character trapped in a naturalistic world, he mutters with his dying breath this credo: “No matter how a man alone ain’t got no bloody fucking chance” (225). | ||
Many guns figure prominently in the 1940 novel ''For Whom the Bell Tolls'', perhaps most significantly the Smith and Wesson .32 revolver handed down by Robert Jordan’s grandfather, a veteran of the American Civil War: | Many guns figure prominently in the 1940 novel ''For Whom the Bell Tolls'' {{sfn|''For Whom the Bell Tolls''|1940|}}, perhaps most significantly the Smith and Wesson .32 revolver handed down by Robert Jordan’s grandfather, a veteran of the American Civil War: | ||
{{center|It was a single action officer’s model .32 caliber and there was no trigger}} {{center|guard. It had the softest, sweetest trigger pull you had ever felt and it}} {{center|was always well oiled and the bore was clean although the finish was all}} {{center|worn off and the brown metal of the barrel and the cylinder was worn smooth}} {{center|from the leather of the holster.(Hemingway, ''For Whom'' ''336'')}} | {{center|It was a single action officer’s model .32 caliber and there was no trigger}} {{center|guard. It had the softest, sweetest trigger pull you had ever felt and it}} {{center|was always well oiled and the bore was clean although the finish was all}} {{center|worn off and the brown metal of the barrel and the cylinder was worn smooth}} {{center|from the leather of the holster.(Hemingway, ''For Whom'' ''336'')}} | ||