One rainy afternoon, a very long time ago, I found myself alone in the reading room of a country club in Kenya.

I'm pretty sure that, aside from the cleaning staff, I was the only one to look through the collection of books there that day. It is likely that nobody else had looked at them in years.

For some reason, I picked up a copy of The Bedside Esquire, a collection of essays and short stories from the 1930s and sat down with it.

And fell in love with it.

Many years later, I presented our school's Superhero Librarian with a challenge; I only remembered one of the stories by name - Hemmingway's "The Snows of Kilimanjaro" - could she find out the name of the anthology it was in, so I could read those stories again?

She did.

This is the best of them: