When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
In "A Moveable Feast," Hemingway reflects on the joy and freedom that comes with spring, highlighting how this season brings a sense of happiness and possibility. He notes that the arrival of spring eliminates worries, leaving only the question of where to find joy. The true enjoyment of each day is tied to the absence of social obligations, suggesting that personal happiness can be constrained by interactions with others.
Hemingway emphasizes that while most people can hinder one's happiness, a select few can enhance it, much like the beauty of spring. This notion underlines the idea that meaningful connections are rare, and true joy often stems from solitude and personal exploration rather than social engagement.
