The Old Man and the Sea

You did not kil the fish only to keep alive and to sel for
food, he thought. You kil ed him for pride and because you
are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you
loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kil him. Or is it more?

But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.

He lived along that coast now every night and in his dreams he heard the surf roar and saw the native boats come riding through it.

lived along that coast now every night and in his dreams he heard the surf roar and saw the native boats come riding through it.

Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.

“Fish,” he said, “I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends.”

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 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.

No,” the old man said. “You’re with a lucky boat. Stay with them.”

Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated