Hemingway's friendship with Gertrude Sten ended when he overheard Miss Stein saying to her companion, in a tone he says he had never heard anyone use, anywhere, "Don't, pussy. Don't. Please don't. I'll do anything, pussy, but please don't do it. Please don't. Please don't, pussy."

I wonder what he thought lesbians did.

I don't even wonder what they were doing. How bad could it have been?

With a new epoch, new friends moved in. Miss Stein quarreled with everyone who had been fond of her.

Hemingway ends the section,

In the end everyone, or not quite everyone, made friends again in order not to be stuffy or righteous. I did too. But I could never make friends again truly, neither in my heart nor in my head. When you cannot make friends anymore in your head is the worst. It never occurred to me until many years later that anyone could hate anyone because they had learned to write conversation from that novel that started off with the quotation from the garage keeper [about the lost generation]. But it was really much more complicated than that.

Whoa, how did I read the book four times and miss that.

I went to the library and looked up A Moveable Feast in the card catalog. I had looked under biography and not found it.

The library had it. It was classified 818.5, American Literature, Miscellaneous.

I looked up the story.

The last paragraph reads,

In the end everyone, or not quite everyone, made friends again in order not to be stuffy or righteous. I did too. But I could never make friends again truly, neither in my heart nor in my head. When you cannot make friends anymore in your head is the worst. But it was more complicated than that.

But at least I found out what genre my book is.

American Literature, Miscellaneous.

Of course. Bukowski Never Did This was 818.5203. Literature written between 1900-1945: Diaries, journals, notebooks, reminiscences.