Personal columnists are jackals and no jackal has been known to live on grass once he had learned about meat - no matter who killed the meat for him.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that once someone has tasted the richness of something better, like truth or quality content, they will not settle for less.
Ernest Hemingway uses the metaphor of jackals and their diet to highlight the nature of personal columnists, implying that once they experience the richness of quality journalism or truth (the 'meat'), they become accustomed to seeking it, and cannot revert to lesser quality (the 'grass'). The quote illustrates a commentary on the consumption of media and the insatiable desire for more profound insights over superficial content.
In practice
In a discussion about changing standards in journalism, one might quote Hemingway to emphasize the importance of integrity and quality.
He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.
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Only the dead stay seventeen forever.
People ought to fight to keep their law as to defend the city s walls.
I am aware that no man is a villain in his own eyes.
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And when he came to, he was flat on his back on the beach in the freezing sand, and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out.
Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.
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