This book has been on my shelves for years and I thought I'd read it some time ago. I have definitely read the titular story, but not the rest of them. I'm glad I decided to pick it up and re-read (though, I was prodded by my trip to Paris at the time, being that Hemingway lived there for a while). I'm especially glad to have read "The Short and Happy Life of Francis Macomber," which has some memorable shifts in point of view. I also remembered "The Snows of Kilimanjaro" very clearly when I thought I hadn't; I guess it stuck with me somewhere in my subconscious. I feel like all of my nightmares about gangrene infections began with that story, and I must have read it pretty young in my adolesence, probably in school. A terrific set of stories, and some of the greatest prose ever written. I do agree with that.