Catherine wakes early one morning with first labor pains. Excited at the prospect, eager to get it over with, she goes to the hospital. From there, however, it\'s all downhill. Her labor is protracted, and the pains become so severe she needs anesthesia. As a last resort the doctor performs a cesarean.
As her ordeal drags on, Henry, the helpless father, encourages her, goes out to eat, comes back to see her, goes out to eat, speculates about her dying, berates himself for those nights in Milan, gloomily considers that \"they\"--the nameless world--have finally gotten to her.
The operation is performed; the baby is born dead. Henry leaves the hospital, has yet another meal, reads about a breakthrough on the British front, and returns to the hospital.
He finds her worse, resigned to death, hating it but confronting it stoically in the best Hemingway manner. She says, \"I\'ll come and stay with you nights,\" and finally, \"It\'s just a dirty trick.\" Then, while he\'s out in the corridor, she dies.
And in the justly famous, understated, poignant last line, Henry, after trying to say good-bye to her body, which is like the statues he disliked in Chapter 6, returns to the hotel.
NOTE: One theme that reaches its conclusion in Book V is that despite the possibility of idyllic intervals, the world is a hostile place. \"They\" got Catherine, brave as she was. Hemingway puts it succinctly in his baseball image--\"They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed you.\"
And what of Frederic Henry? He\'s no longer a callow youth out for excitement; he isn\'t the soldier who, while standing slightly apart from the war, still obeys its rules. Instead, after growing completely disillusioned with the fighting, he has found a love strong enough to ease that disillusionment which makes him feel safe even on the darkest nights. Then that refuge is taken from him, gratuitously. What\'s left? Nothing, it seems. The world is hostile; life is illogical, unfair. But the least he can do is bear those hard facts with the same grace Catherine showed. Later, at night, the memories of her may come back to him. For now, it\'s a tight-lipped walk back to the hotel in the rain.
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