The old man and the sea audiobook Learn English Through Story with subtitles

he was an old man who fished alone in a

skiff in the gulf stream and he had gone

84 days now without taking a fish

in the first 40 days a boy had been with

him but after 40 days without a fish the

boy’s parents had told him that the old

man was now definitely and finally salaw

which is the worst form of unlucky

and the boy had gone at their orders in

another boat which caught three good

fish the first week

it made the boys sad to see the old man

come in each day with his skiff empty

and he always went down to help him

carry either the coiled lines or the

gaff and harpoon and the sail that was

furled around the mast

the sail was patched with flower sacks

and furled it looked like the flag of

permanent defeat

the old man was thin

and got with deep wrinkles in the back

of his neck

the brown blotches of the benevolent

skin cancer the sun brings from its

reflection on the tropic sea were on his

cheeks

the blotches ran well down the sides of

his face and his hands had the deep

creased scars from handling heavy fish

on the cords

but none of these scars were fresh

they were as old as erosions in a

fishless desert

everything about him was old

except his eyes

and they were the same color as the sea

and were cheerful and undefeated

santiago

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i would like to go with you again

we’ve had some good catches

santiago the boy said to him as they

climbed the bank from where the skiff

was hauled up i could go with you again

we’ve made some money

the old man had taught the boy to fish

and the boy loved him

no

the old man said

you’re with a lucky boat stay with them

but remember how you went 87 days

without fish and then we caught big ones

every day for three weeks

i remember

the old man said

i know you did not leave me because you

doubted

it was papa made me leave

i’m a boy and i must obey him

i know the old man said it is quite

normal

he hasn’t much faith

no

the old man said

but we have

haven’t we

yes

the boy said

can i offer you a beer on the terrace

and then we’ll take the stuff home

why not

the old man said

between fishermen

they sat on the terrace

and many of the fishermen made fun of

the old man

and he was not angry

others of the older fishermen looked at

him and were sad

but they did not show it

and they spoke politely about the

current and the depths they had drifted

their lines at and the steady good

weather and of what they had seen

the successful fishermen of that day

were already in and had butchered their

marlin out and carried them laid full

length across two planks with two men

staggering at the end of each plank to

the fish house

where they waited for the ice truck to

carry them to the market in havana

those who had caught sharks had taken

them to the shark factory on the other

side of the cove where they were hoisted

on a block and tackle

their livers removed their fins cut off

and their hides skinned out and their

flesh cut into strips for salting

when the wind was in the east a smell

came across the harbor from the shark

factory

but today there was only the faint edge

of the odor because the wind had backed

into the north and then dropped off

and it was pleasant and sunny on the

terrace

santiago

the boy said

yes

the old man said

he was holding his glass and thinking of

many years ago

can i go out to get sardines for you

tomorrow

no

go and play baseball

i can still roll and rogerio will throw

the net

i would like to go

if i cannot fish with you i’d like to

serve in some way

you bought me a beer

the old man said

you are already a man

how old was i when you first took me in

a boat

five

and you nearly were killed when i

brought the fish into green and he

nearly tore the boat to pieces

can you remember i can remember the

tails slapping and banging and the

thwart breaking and the noise of the

clubbing

i can remember you throwing me into the

bow where the wet coiled lines were and

feeling the whole boat shiver and the

noise of you clubbing him like chopping

a tree down and the sweet blood smell

all over me

can you really remember that

or did i just tell it to you

i remember everything from when we first

went together

the old man looked at him with his

sunburned confident loving eyes

if you were my boy i’d take you out and

gamble

he said

but you are your fathers and your

mothers and you are in a lucky boat

may i get the sardines

i know where i can get four baits too

i have mine left from today i put them

in salt in the box

let me get four fresh ones

one

the old man said

his hope and his confidence had never

gone

but now they were freshening as when the

breeze rises

two

the boy said

two

the old man agreed you didn’t steal them

i would the boy said

but i bought these

thank you

the old man said

he was too simple to wonder when he had

attained humility

but he knew he had attained it and he

knew it was not disgraceful

and it carried no loss of true pride

tomorrow is going to be a good day with

this current

he said

where are you going

the boy asked

far out to come in when the wind shifts

i want to be out before it is light

i’ll try to get him to work far out the

boy said

then if you hook something truly big we

can come to your aid

he does not like to work too far out

no

the boy said

but i will see something that he cannot

see such as a bird working and get him

to come out after dolphin

are his eyes that bad

he is almost blind

it is strange

the old man said

he never went turtling

that is what kills the eyes

but you went turtling for years off the

mosquito coast and your eyes are good

i am a strange old man

but are you strong enough now for a

truly big fish

i think so

and there are many tricks

let us take the stuff home

the boy said so i can get the cast net

and go after the sardines

they picked up the gear from the boat

the old man carried the mast on his

shoulder and the boy carried the wooden

box with the coiled hard braided brown

lines the gaff and the harpoon with its

shaft

the box with the baits was under the

stern of the skiff along with the club

that was used to subdue the big fish

when they were brought alongside

one would steal from the old man

but it was better to take the sail and

the heavy lines home as the dew was bad

for them

and though he was quite sure no local

people would steal from him the old man

thought that a gaff and a harpoon were

needless temptations to leave in a boat

they walked up the road together to the

old man’s shack and went in through its

open door

the old man leaned the mast with its

wrapped sail against the wall and the

boy put the box and the other gear

beside it

the mast was nearly as long as the one

room of the shack

the shack was made of the tough bud

shields of the royal palm which are

called guano

and in it there was a bed a table one

chair

and a place on the dirt floor to cook

with charcoal

on the brown walls of the flattened

overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered

guano there was a picture in color of

the sacred heart of jesus

and another of the virgin of cobrae

these were relics of his wife

once there had been a tinted photograph

of his wife on the wall but he had taken

it down

because it made him too lonely to see it

and it was on the shelf in the corner

under his clean shirt

what do you have to eat

the boy asked

a pot of yellow rice with fish do you

want some

no i will eat at home do you want me to

make the fire

no i will make it later on

or i may eat the rice cold

may i take the cast net

of course

there was no cast net and the boy

remembered when they had sold it

but they went through this fiction every

day

there was no pot of yellow rice and fish

and the boy knew this too

85 is a lucky number

the old man said

how would you like to see me bring one

in that dressed out over a thousand

pounds

i’ll get the cast net and go for

sardines

will you sit in the sun in the doorway

yes i have yesterday’s paper and i will

read the baseball

the boy did not know whether yesterday’s

paper was a fiction too

but the old man brought it out from

under the bed

petticoat gave it to me at the bodega

he explained

i’ll be back when i have the sardines

i’ll keep yours and mine together on ice

and we can share them in the morning

when i come back you can tell me about

the baseball

the yankees cannot lose

but i fear the indians of cleveland have

faith in the yankees my son think of the

great dimaggio

i fear both the tigers of detroit and

the indians of cleveland

be careful or you will fear even the

reds of cincinnati and the white sox of

chicago

you study it and tell me when i come

back

do you think we should buy a terminal of

the lottery with an 85

tomorrow is the 85th day

we can do that the boy said

but what about the 87 of your great

record

it could not happen twice

do you think you can find an 85

i can order one

one sheet that’s two dollars and a half

who can we borrow that from

that’s easy i can always borrow two

dollars and a half

or i think perhaps i can too

but i try not to borrow

first you borrow then you beg

keep warm old man

the boy said remember we’re in september

the month when the great fish come

the old man said

anyone can be a fisherman in may

i go now for the sardines

the boy said

when the boy came back the old man was

asleep in the chair and the sun was down

the boy took the old army blanket off

the bed and spread it over the back of

the chair and over the old man’s

shoulders

they were strange shoulders

still powerful although very old and the

neck was still strong too and the

creases did not show so much when the

old man was asleep in his head fallen

forward

his shirt had been patched so many times

that it was like the sail and the

patches were faded to many different

shades by the sun

the old man’s head was very old though

and with his eyes closed there was no

life in his face

the newspaper lay across his knees

and the weight of his arm held it there

in the evening breeze

he was barefooted

the boy left him there and when he came

back the old man was still asleep

wake up old man the boy said and put his

hand on one of the old man’s knees

the old man opened his eyes and for a

moment he was coming back from a long

way away

then he

smiled what have you got

he asked

supper said the boy we’re gonna have

supper

i’m not very hungry

come on and eat you can’t fish and not

eat

i have

the old man said getting up and taking

the newspaper and folding it

then he started to fold the blanket

keep the blanket around you the boy said

you’ll not fish without eating while i’m

alive

then live a long time and take care of

yourself

the old man said what are we eating

black beans and rice fried bananas and

some stew

the boy had brought them in a two-decker

metal container from the terrace

the two sets of knives and forks and

spoons were in his pocket with a paper

napkin wrapped around each set

who gave this to you

martin the owner i must thank him i

thanked him already the boy said you

don’t need to thank him i’ll give him

the belly meat of a big fish

the old man said has he done this for us

more than once

i think so

i must give him something more than the

belly meat then he is very thoughtful

for us

he sent two beers

i like the beer in cans best

i know

but this is in bottles a tui beer and i

take back the bottles

that’s very kind of you the old man said

should we eat

i’ve been asking you to

the boy told him gently

i have not wished to open the container

until you were ready

i’m ready now

the old man said

i only needed time to wash

where did you wash the boy thought

the village water supply was two streets

down the road

i must have water here for him the boy

thought and soap and a good towel

why am i so thoughtless

i must get him another shirt and a

jacket for the winter and some sort of

shoes in another blanket

your stew is excellent the old man said

tell me about the baseball

the boy asked him

in the american league it is the yankees

as i said the old man said happily

they lost today the boy told him

bad means nothing the great dimaggio is

himself again

they have other men on the team

naturally but he makes the difference

in the other league between brooklyn and

philadelphia i must take brooklyn but

then i think of dick sisler and those

great drives in the old park

there was nothing ever like them

it’s the longest ball i’ve ever seen

do you remember when he used to come to

the terrace

i wanted to take him fishing but i was

too timid to ask him and i asked you to

ask him and you were too timid

i know

it was a great mistake

you might have gone with us

then we would have that for all of our

lives

i would like to take the great dimaggio

fishing

the old man

said they say his father was a fisherman

maybe he was as poor as we are and would

understand

the great sizzlers father was never poor

and he the father was playing in the big

leagues when he was my age

when i was your age i was before the

mast on a square rigged ship that ran to

africa and i have seen lions on the

beaches in the evening

i know you told me

should we talk about africa or about

baseball

baseball i think the boy said

tell me about the great john j mcgraw he

said hoetha for jay

he used to come to the terrace sometimes

too in the older days but he was rough

harsh spoken and difficult when he was

drinking

his mind was on horses as well as

baseball

at least he carried lists of horses at

all times in his pocket and frequently

spoke the names of horses on the

telephone

he was a great manager the boy said

my father thinks he was the greatest

because he came here the most times the

old man said if deroser had continued to

come here each year your father would

think him the greatest manager

who is the greatest manager really lucky

or mike gonzalez

i think they are equal

and the best fisherman is you

no

i know others better

keva

the boy said

there are many good fishermen and some

great ones

but there is only you

thank you you make me happy

i hope no fish will come along so great

that he will prove us wrong

there is no such fish

if you are still strong as you say

i may not be as strong as i think

the old man said

but i know many tricks

and i have resolution

you ought to go to bed now so that you

will be fresh in the morning i will take

the things back to the terrace

good night then

i will wake you in the morning

you’re my alarm clock the boy said

age is my alarm clock

the old man said why do old men wake so

early is it to have one longer day

i don’t know

the boy said

all i know is that young boys sleep late

and hard

i can remember it the old man said

i’ll waken you in time

i do not like for him to wake it is as

though i were inferior i know

sleep well old man

the boy went out they had eaten with no

light on the table and the old man took

off his trousers and went to bed in the

dark

he rolled his trousers up to make a

pillow putting the newspaper inside them

he rolled himself in the blanket and

slept on the other old newspapers that

covered the springs of the bed

he was asleep in a short time

and he dreamed of africa when he was a

boy and the long golden beaches and the

white beaches so white they hurt your

eyes and the high capes and the great

brown mountains

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

he smelled the tar and oakum of the deck

as he slept and he smelled the smell of

africa

that the land breeze brought it mourning

usually when he smelled the land breeze

he woke up and dressed to go and wake

the boy but tonight the smell of the

land breeze came very early and he knew

it was too early in his dream and went

on dreaming to see the white peaks of

the islands rising from the sea and then

he dreamed of the different harbors and

roadsteads of the canary islands

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 only dreamed of places now

and of the lions on the beach

they played like young cats in the dusk

and he loved them as he loved the boy

he never dreamed about the boy

he simply woke

looked out the open door at the moon and

unrolled his trousers and put them on

he urinated outside the shack and then

went up the road to wake the boy

he was shivering with the morning cold

but he knew he would shiver himself warm

and that soon he would be rowing

the door of the house where the boy

lived was unlocked and he opened it and

walked in quietly with his bare feet

the boy was asleep on a cot in the first

room and the old man could see him

clearly with the light that came in from

the dying moon

he took hold of one foot gently and held

it until the boy woke and turned and

looked at him

the old man nodded and the boy took his

trousers from the chair by the bed and

sitting on the bed pulled them on

the old man went out the door

and the boy came after him

he was sleepy and the old man put his

arm across his shoulders and said

i am

sorry keva

the boy said

it is what a man must do

they walked down the road to the old

man’s shack

and all along the road and the dark

barefoot men were moving carrying the

masts of their boats

when they reached the old man’s shack

the boy took the rolls of line in the

basket and the harpoon and gaff and the

old man carried the mast with the furled

sail on his shoulder

do you want coffee

the boy asked

we’ll put the gear in the boat and then

get some

they had coffee from condensed milk cans

at an early morning place that served

fishermen

how did you sleep old man the boy asked

he was waking up now although it was

still hard for him to leave his sleep

very well manolin

the old man said

i feel confident today

so do i

the boy said

now i must get your sardines and mine

and your fresh baits

he brings our gear himself

he never wants anyone to carry anything

we’re different

the old man said i let you carry things

when you were five years old

i know it the boy said

i’ll be right back

have another coffee we have credit here

he walked off barefooted on the coral

rocks to the ice house where the baits

were stored

the old man drank his coffee slowly

it was all he would have all day and he

knew that he should take it

for a long time now eating had bored him

and he never carried a lunch

he had a bottle of water in the bow of

the skiff and that was all he needed for

the day

the boy was back now with the sardines

and the two baits wrapped in a newspaper

and they went down the trail to the

skiff feeling the pebbled sand under

their feet and lifted the skiff and slid

her into the water

good luck old man

good luck the old man said

he fitted the rope lashings of the oars

onto the thole pins and leaning forward

against the thrust of the blades in the

water he began to row out of the harbor

in the dark

there were other boats from the other

beaches going out to sea and the old man

heard the dip and push of their oars

even though he could not see them now

the moon was below the hills

sometimes someone would speak in a boat

but most of the boats were silent except

for the dip of the ore they spread apart

after they were out of the mouth of the

harbor and each one headed for the part

of the ocean where he hoped to find fish

the old man knew he was going far out

and he left the smell of the land behind

and rode out into the clean early

morning smell of the ocean

he saw the phosphorescence of the gulf

weed in the water as he rode over the

part of the ocean that the fishermen

called the great well because there was

a sudden deep of 700 fathoms where all

sorts of fish congregated because of the

swirl the current made against the steep

walls of the floor of the ocean

here there were concentrations of shrimp

and bait fish and sometimes schools of

squid in the deepest holes and these

rose close to the surface at night where

all the wandering fish fed on them

in the dark the old man could feel the

morning coming

and as he rode he heard the trembling

sound as flying fish left the water and

the hissing that their stiff set wings

made as they soared away in the darkness

he was very fond of flying fish as they

were his principal friends on the ocean

he was sorry for the birds especially

the small delicate dark turns that were

always flying and looking and almost

never finding and he thought the birds

have a harder life than we do

except for the robber birds and the

heavy strong ones

why did they make birds so delicate and

fine as those sea swallows when the

ocean can be so cruel

she is kind and very beautiful but she

can be so cruel

and it comes so suddenly and such birds

that fly dipping and hunting with their

small sad voices are made too delicately

for the sea

he always thought of the sea as lamar

which is what people call her in spanish

when they love her

sometimes those who love her say bad

things of her but they always said as

though she were a woman

some of the younger fishermen those who

used buoys as floats for their lines and

had motor boats bought when the shark

livers had brought much money spoke of

her as elmar which is masculine

they spoke of her as a contestant or a

place or even an enemy

but the old man always thought of her as

feminine

and as something that gave or withheld

great favors

and if she did wild or wicked things it

was because she could not help them the

moon affects her as it does a woman

he thought

he was rowing steadily and it was no

effort for him since he kept well within

his speed and the surface of the ocean

was flat except for the occasional

swirls of the current

he was letting the current do a third of

the work

and as it started to be light he saw he

was already further out than he had

hoped to be at this hour

i worked the deep wells for a week and

did nothing he thought

today i’ll work out where the schools of

benito and albacore are and maybe there

will be a big one with them

before it was really light he had his

baits out and was drifting with the

current

one bait was down 40 fathoms the second

was at 75 and the third and fourth were

down in the blue water at 100 and 125

fathoms

each bait hung head down with the shank

of the hook inside the bait fish tied

and sewed solid and all the projecting

part of the hook the curve and the point

was covered with fresh sardines

each sardine was hooked through both

eyes so that they made a half garland on

the projecting steel there was no part

of the hook that a great fish could feel

which was not sweet smelling and good

tasting

the boy had given him two fresh small

tunas or albacores which hung on the two

deepest lines like plummets and on the

others he had a big blue runner and a

yellow jack that had been used before

but they were in good condition still

and had the excellent sardines to give

them scent and attractiveness

each line as thick around as a big

pencil was looped onto a green sapped

stick so that any pull or touch on the

bait would make the stick dip

and each line had two 40 fathom coils

which could be made fast to the other

spare coils so that if it were necessary

a fish could take out over 300 fathoms

of line

now the man watched the dip of the three

sticks over the side of the skiff and

rode gently to keep the line straight up

and down and at their proper depths

it was quite light and any moment now

the sun would rise

the sun rose thinly from the sea and the

old man could see the other boats low on

the water and well in toward the shore

spread out across the current

then the sun was brighter and the glare

came on the water and then as it rose

clear the flat sea sent it back at his

eyes so that it hurt sharply and he rode

without looking into it

he looked down into the water

and watched the lines that went straight

down into the dark of the water he kept

them straighter than anyone did so that

at each level in the darkness of the

stream there would be a bait waiting

exactly where he wished it to be for any

fish that swam there

others let them drift with the current

and sometimes they were at sixty fathoms

when the fishermen thought they were at

a hundred

but

he thought i keep them with precision

only i have no luck anymore

but who knows maybe today every day is a

new day

it is better to be lucky

but i would rather be exact then when

luck comes you are ready

the sun was two hours higher now and it

did not hurt his eyes so much to look

into the east

there were only three boats in sight now

and they showed very low and far

all my life the early sun has hurt my

eyes he thought

yet they are still good

in the evening i can look straight into

it without getting the blackness

it has more force in the evening too

but in the morning it is painful

just then he saw a man of war bird with

his long black wings circling in the sky

ahead of him

he made a quick drop slanting down on

his back swept wings and then circled

again

he’s got something the old man said

aloud he’s not just looking

rode slowly and steadily toward where

the bird was circling he did not hurry

and he kept his lines straight up and

down

but he crowded the current a little so

that he was still fishing correctly

though faster than he would have fished

if he was not trying to use the bird

the bird went higher in the air and

circled again his wings motionless

then he dove suddenly and the old man

saw a flying fish spurt out of the water

and sailed desperately over the surface

dolphin

the old man said aloud

big dolphin

he shipped his oars and brought a small

line from under the bow

it had a wire leader and a medium-sized

hook and he baited it with one of the

sardines

he let it go over the side and then made

it fast to a ring bolt in the stern then

he baited another line and left it

coiled in the shade of the bow

he went back to rowing into watching the

long winged black bird who was working

now low over the water

as he watched the bird dipped again

slanting his wings for the dive and then

swinging them wildly and ineffectually

as he followed the flying fish

the old man could see the slight bulge

in the water that the big dolphin raised

as they followed the escaping fish

the dolphin were cutting through the

water below the flight of the fish and

would be in the water driving at speed

when the fish dropped

it is a big school of dolphin he thought

they are widespread and the flying fish

have little chance

the bird has no chance the flying fish

are too big for him and they go too fast

he watched the flying fish burst out

again and again and the ineffectual

movements of the bird

that school has gotten away from me he

thought they are moving out too fast and

too far

but perhaps i will pick up a stray

and perhaps my big fish is around them

my big fish must be somewhere

the clouds over the land now rose like

mountains and the coast was only a long

green line with the gray blue hills

behind it

the water was a dark blue now so dark

that it was almost purple

as he looked down into it he saw the red

sifting of the plankton in the dark

water and the strange light the sun made

now

he watched his lines to see them go

straight down out of sight into the

water and he was happy to see so much

plankton because it meant fish

the strange light the sun made in the

water now that the sun was higher meant

good weather and so did the shape of the

clouds over the land

but the bird was almost out of sight now

and nothing showed on the surface of the

water but some patches of yellow

sun-bleached sargasso weed and the

purple formalized iridescent gelatinous

bladder of a portuguese man-o-war

floating close beside the boat it turned

on its side and then righted itself

it floated cheerfully as a bubble with

its long deadly purple filaments

trailing a yard behind it in the

water agua mala

the man said you

from where he swung lightly against his

oars he looked down into the water and

saw the tiny fish that were colored like

the trailing filaments and swam between

them and under the small shade the

bubble made as it drifted

they were immune to its poison

but men were not

and when some of the filaments would

catch on a line and rest there slimy and

purple while the old man was working a

fish he would have welts and sores on

his arms and hands of the sort that

poison ivy or poison oak can give but

these poisonings from the aguamala came

quickly and struck like a whiplash

the iridescent bubbles were beautiful

but they were the falsest thing in the

sea and the old man loved to see the big

sea turtles eating them

the turtles saw them approach them from

the front then shut their eyes so they

were completely carapaced and ate them

filaments and all

the old man loved to see the turtles eat

them and he loved to walk on them on the

beach after a storm and hear them pop

when he stepped on them with the horny

soles of his feet

he loved green turtles and hawk bills

with their elegance and speed and their

great value and he had a friendly

contempt for the huge stupid loggerheads

yellow in their armor plating strange in

their love making and happily eating the

portuguese manna war with their eyes

shut

he had no mysticism about turtles

although he had gone in turtle boats for

many years

he was sorry for them all

even the great trunk backs that were as

long as the skiff and weighed it ton

most people are heartless about turtles

because the turtle’s heart will beat for

hours after he has been cut up and

butchered

but the old man thought i have such a

heart too

and my feet and hands are like theirs

he ate the white eggs to give himself

strength

he ate them all through may to be strong

in september and october for the truly

big fish

he also drank a cup of shark liver oil

each day from the big drum and the shack

where many of the fishermen kept their

gear

it was there for all fishermen who

wanted it most fishermen hated the taste

but it was no worse than getting up at

the hours that they rose and it was very

good against all colds and grips and it

was good for the eyes

now the old man looked up and saw that

the bird was circling again

he’s found fish

he said aloud

no flying fish broke the surface and

there was no scattering of bait fish

but as the old man watched a small tuna

rose in the air turned and dropped

headfirst into the water

the tuna shone silver in the sun and

after he had dropped back into the water

another and another rose and they were

jumping in all directions churning the

water and leaping in long jumps after

the bait

they were circling it and driving it

if they don’t travel too fast i will get

into them the old man thought and he

watched the school working the water

white and the bird now dropping and

dipping into the bait fish that were

forced to the surface in their panic

the bird is a great help

the old man said

just then the stern line came taut under

his foot where he had kept a loop of the

line and he dropped his oars and felt

the weight of the small tuna shivering

pull as he held the line firm and

commenced to haul it in

the shivering increased as he pulled in

and he could see the blue back of the

fish in the water and the gold of his

sides before he swung him over the side

and into the boat

he lay in the stern in the sun compact

and bullet-shaped his big unintelligent

eyes staring as he thumped his life out

against the planking of the boat with

the quick shivering strokes of his neat

fast-moving tail

the old man hit him on the head for

kindness and kicked him his body still

shuddering under the shade of the stern

albacore

he said aloud

you’ll make a beautiful bait

you’ll weigh 10 pounds

he did not remember when he had first

started to talk aloud when he was by

himself

he had sung when he was by himself in

the old days and he had sung at night

sometimes when he was alone steering on

his watch in the smacks or in the turtle

boats

he had probably started to talk aloud

when alone when the boy had left

but he did not remember

when he and the boy fished together they

usually spoke only when it was necessary

they talked at night or when they were

storm bound by bad weather

it was considered a virtue not to talk

unnecessarily at sea and the old man had

always considered it so and respected it

but now he said his thoughts aloud many

times since there was no one that they

could annoy

if the others heard me talking out loud

they would think that i am crazy

he said aloud

but since i am not crazy i do not care

and the rich have radios to talk to them

in their boats and to bring them the

baseball

now is no time to think of baseball he

thought

now is the time to think of only one

thing

that which i was born for

there might be a big one around that

school he thought

i picked up only a straggler from the

albacore that we’re feeding but they are

working far out and fast

everything that shows on the surface

today travels very fast and to the

northeast

can that be the time of day

or is it some sign of weather that i do

not know

he could not see the green of the shore

now but only the tops of the blue hills

that showed white as though they were

snow capped and the clouds that looked

like high snow mountains above them

the sea was very dark and the light made

prisms in the water

the myriad flecks of the plankton were

annulled now by the high sun and it was

only the great deep prisms in the blue

water that the old man saw now

with his lines going straight down into

the water that was a mild deep

the tuna the fishermen called all the

fish of that species tuna and only

distinguished among them by their proper

names when they came to sell them or to

trade them for baits

were down again

the sun was hot now

and the old man felt it on the back of

his neck and felt the sweat trickle down

his back as he rode

i could just drift he thought and sleep

and put a bite of line around my toe to

wake me

but today is 85 days and i should fish

the day well

just then watching his lines he saw one

of the projecting green sticks dip

sharply

yes

he said yes

and shipped his oars without bumping the

boat he reached out for the line and

held it softly between the thumb and

forefinger of his right hand

he felt no strain nor weight and he held

the line lightly

then it came again

this time it was a tentative pull not

solid nor heavy and he knew exactly what

it was

one hundred fathoms down a marlin was

eating the sardines that covered the

point and the shank of the hook where

the hand-forged hook projected from the

head of the small tuna

the old man held the line delicately and

softly with his left hand unleashed it

from the stick

now he could let it run through his

fingers without the fish feeling any

tension

this far out

he must be huge in this month

he thought

eat them fish

eat them please eat them

how fresh they are and you down there

600 feet in that cold water in the dark

make another turn in the dark and come

back and eat them

he felt the light delicate pulling

and then a harder pull when a sardine’s

head must have been more difficult to

break from the hook

then there was nothing

come on

the old man said aloud

make another turn

just smell them

aren’t they lovely

eat them good now

and then there is the tuna

hard and cold and lovely don’t be shy

fish

eat them

he waited with the line between his

thumb and his finger watching it and the

other lines at the same time for the

fish might have swum up or down

then came the same delicate pulling

touch again

he’ll take it

the old man said aloud god help him to

take it

he did not take it though

he was gone

and the old man felt nothing

he can’t have gone

he said

christ knows he can’t have gone he’s

making a turn

maybe he has been hooked before and he

remembers something of it

then he felt the gentle touch on the

line and he was happy

it was only his turn he said he’ll take

it

he was happy feeling the gentle pulling

and then he felt something hard and

unbelievably heavy

it was the weight of the fish

and he let the line slip down down down

unrolling off the first of the two

reserve coils

as it went down slipping lightly through

the old man’s fingers he could still

feel the great weight though the

pressure of his thumb and finger were

almost imperceptible

what a fish

he said he has it sideways in his mouth

now and he’s moving off with it

then he will turn and swallow it he

thought he did not say that because he

knew that if you said a good thing it

might not happen

he knew what a huge fish this was and he

thought of him moving away in the

darkness with the tuna held crosswise in

his mouth

at that moment he felt him stop

moving but the weight was still there

then the weight increased

and he gave more line

he tightened the pressure of his thumb

and finger for a moment and the weight

increased and was going straight down

he’s taken it

he said

now i’ll let him eat it well

he let the line slip through his fingers

while he reached down with his left hand

and made fast the free end of the two

reserve coils to the loop of the two

reserve coils of the next line

now he was ready

he had three forty fathom coils of line

in reserve now as well as the coil he

was using

eat it a little more

he said

eat it well

eat it so that the point of the hook

goes into your heart and kills you he

thought come up easy and let me put the

harpoon into you

all right

are you ready

have you been long enough at table

now he said aloud

and struck hard with both hands gained a

yard of line and then struck again and

again

swinging with each arm alternately on

the cord with all the strength of his

arms and a pivoted weight of his body

nothing happened

the fish just moved away slowly

and the old man could not raise him an

inch his line was strong and made for

heavy fish and he held it against his

back until it was so taut that beads of

water were jumping from it

then it began to make a slow hissing

sound in the water and he still held it

bracing himself against the thwart and

leaning back against the pole

the boat began to move slowly off toward

the northwest

the fish moved steadily and they

traveled slowly on the calm water

the other baits were still in the water

but there was nothing to be done

i wish i had the boy

the old man said aloud i’m being towed

by a fish and i’m the towing bit

i could make the line fast but then he

could break it

i must hold him all i can and give him

line when he must have it thank god he

is traveling and not going down

what i will do if he decides to go down

i don’t know

what i’ll do if he sounds and dies i

don’t know

but i’ll do something

there are plenty of things i can do

he held the line against his back and

watched it slant in the water and the

skiff moving steadily to the northwest

this will kill him

the old man thought

he can’t do this forever

but four hours later the fish was still

swimming steadily out to sea towing the

skiff and the old man was still braced

solidly with a line across his back

it was noon when i hooked him he said

and i have never seen him

he had pushed his straw hat hard down on

his head before he hooked the fish and

it was cutting his forehead

he was thirsty too

and he got down on his knees and being

careful not to jerk on the line moved as

far into the bow as he could get and

reach the water bottle with one hand

he opened it and drank a little

then he rested against the bow

he rested sitting on the unstepped mast

and sail and tried not to think but only

to endure

then he looked behind him

and saw that no land was visible

that makes no difference he thought

i can always come in on the glow from

havana

there are two more hours before the sun

sets and maybe he will come up before

that

if he doesn’t maybe he will come up with

the moon

if he does not do that maybe he will

come up with the sunrise

i have no cramps and i feel strong

it is he that has the hook in his mouth

but what a fish to pull like that

he must have his mouth shut tight on the

wire

i wish i could see him

i wish i could see him only once to know

what i have against me

the fish never changed his course nor

his direction all that night as far as

the man could tell from watching the

stars

it was cold after the sun went down and

the old man’s sweat dried cold on his

back and his arms and his old legs

during the day he had taken the sack

that covered the bait box and spread it

in the sun to dry after the sun went

down he tied it around his neck so that

it hung down over his back and he

cautiously worked it down under the line

that was across his shoulders now

the sack cushioned the line and he had

found a way of leaning forward against

the bow so that he was almost

comfortable

the position actually was only somewhat

less intolerable but he thought of it as

almost comfortable

i can do nothing with him

and he can do nothing with me

he thought

not as long as he keeps this up

once he stood up and urinated over the

side of the skiff and looked at the

stars and checked his course

the line showed like a phosphorescent

streak in the water straight out from

his shoulders

they were moving more slowly now and the

glow of havana was not so strong so that

he knew the current must be carrying

them to the eastward

if i lose the glare of havana we must be

going more to the eastward he thought

for if the fish’s course held true i

must see it for many more hours

i wonder how the baseball came out in

the grand leagues today he thought

it would be wonderful to do this with a

radio

then he thought

think of it always

think of what you are doing

you must do nothing stupid

and he said aloud

i wish i had the boy

to help me

and to see this

no one should be alone in their old age

he thought

but it is unavoidable

i must remember to eat the tuna before

he spoils in order to keep strong

remember no matter how little you want

to that you must eat him in the morning

remember

he said to himself

during the night two porpoises came

around the boat and he could hear them

rolling and blowing

he could tell the difference between the

blowing noise the male made and the

sighing blow of the female

they are good

he said

they play and make jokes and love one

another they are our brothers like the

flying fish

then he began to pity the great fish

that he had hooked

he is wonderful

and strange and who knows how old he is

he thought

never have i had such a strong fish nor

one who acted so strangely

perhaps he is too wise to jump

he could ruin me by jumping or by a wild

rush

but perhaps he has been hooked many

times before and he knows that this is

how he should make his fight

he cannot know that it is only one man

against him nor that it is an old man

what a great fish he is

and what he will bring in the market if

the flesh is good

he took the bait like a male and he

pulls like a male and his fight has no

panic in it

i wonder if he has any plans

or if he is just as desperate as i am

he remembered the time he had hooked one

of a pair of marlin

the male fish always let the female fish

feed first and the hooked fish the

female made a wild panic-stricken

despairing fight that soon exhausted her

and all the time the male had stayed

with her crossing the line and circling

with her on the surface

he had stayed so close that the old man

was afraid he would cut the line with

his tail which was sharp as a scythe and

almost of that size and shape

when the old man had gaffed her and

clubbed her holding the rapier bill with

its sandpaper edge and clubbing her

across the top of her head until her

color turned to a color almost like the

backing of mirrors and then with the

boy’s aide hoisted her aboard the male

fish had stayed by the side of the boat

then while the old man was clearing the

lines and preparing the harpoon the male

fish jumped high into the air beside the

boat to see where the female was and

then went down deep his lavender wings

that were his pectoral fins spread wide

and all his wide lavender stripes

showing

he was beautiful

the old man remembered

and he had stayed

that was the saddest thing i ever saw

with them

the old man thought

the boy was sad too

and we begged her pardon and butchered

her promptly

i wish the boy was here he said aloud

and settled himself against the rounded

planks of the bow and felt the strength

of the great fish through the line he

held across his shoulders moving

steadily toward whatever he had chosen

when once through my treachery it had

been necessary to him to make a choice

the old man thought

his choice had been to stay in the deep

dark water far out beyond all snares and

traps and treacheries

my choice was to go there to find him

beyond all people

beyond all people in the world

now we are joined together

and have been since noon

and no one to help either one of us

perhaps i should not have been a

fisherman

he thought

but that was the thing that i was born

for

i must surely remember to eat the tuna

after it gets light

sometime before daylight something took

one of the baits that were behind him

he heard the stick break and the line

begin to rush out over the gunnel of the

skiff

in the darkness he loosened his sheath

knife and taking all the strain of the

fish on his left shoulder he leaned back

and cut the line against the wood of the

gunnel

then he cut the other line closest to

him and in the dark made the loose ends

of the reserve coils fast

he worked skillfully with the one hand

and put his foot on the coils to hold

them as he drew his knots tight

now he had six reserve coils of line

there were two from each bait he had

severed and the two from the bait the

fish had taken and they were all

connected

after it is light he thought i will work

back to the 40 fathom bait and cut it

away too and link up the reserve coils

i will have lost 200 fathoms of good

catalan cardinal and the hooks and

leaders

that can be replaced but who replaces

this fish if i hook some fish and it

cuts him off

i don’t know what that fish was that

took the bait just now it could have

been a marlin or a broad bill or a shark

i never felt him i had to get rid of him

too fast

aloud he said

i wish i had the boy

but you haven’t got the boy he thought

you have only yourself and you had

better work back to the last line now in

the dark or not in the dark and cut it

away and hook up the two reserve coils

so he did it

it was difficult in the dark

and once the fish made a surge that

pulled him down on his face and made a

cut below his eye

the blood ran down his cheek a little

way

but it coagulated and dried before it

reached his chin and he worked his way

back to the bow and rested against the

wood

he adjusted the sack and carefully

worked the line so that it came across a

new part of his shoulders and holding it

anchored with his shoulders he carefully

felt the pull of the fish and then felt

with his hand the progress of the skiff

through the water

i wonder what he made that lurch for

he thought

the wire must have slipped on the great

hill of his back

certainly his back cannot feel as badly

as mine does

but he cannot pull this skiff forever no

matter how great he is

now everything is cleared away that

might make trouble and i have a big

reserve of line

all that man can ask

fish

he said softly aloud

i’ll stay with you until i am dead

he’ll stay with me too i suppose the old

man thought

and he waited for it to be light

it was cold now and the time before

daylight and he pushed against the wood

to be warm

i can do it as long as he can he thought

and in the first light the lion extended

out and down into the water

the boat moved steadily and when the

first edge of the sun rose it was on the

old man’s right shoulder

he’s headed north

the old man said

the current will has set as far to the

eastward he thought

i wish he would turn with the current

that would show that he was tiring

when the sun had risen further the old

man realized that the fish was not

tiring

there was only one favorable sign

the slant of the line showed he was

swimming at a lesser depth

that did not necessarily mean that he

would jump

but he might

god let him jump

the old man said

i have enough line to handle him

maybe if i can increase the tension just

a little it will hurt him and he will

jump he thought

now that it is daylight let him jump so

that he’ll fill the sacks along his

backbone with air and then he cannot go

deep to die

he tried to increase the tension

but the line had been taught up to the

very edge of the breaking point since he

had hooked the fish and he felt the

harshness as he leaned back to pull and

knew he could put no more strain on it

i must not jerk it ever

he thought

each jerk widens the cut the hook makes

and then when he does jump he might

throw it

anyway i feel better with the sun

and for once i do not have to look into

it

there was yellow weed on the line but

the old man knew that only made an added

drag and he was pleased

it was the yellow golf weed that had

made so much phosphorescence in the

night

fish

he said

i love you and respect you very much

but i will kill you dead before this day

ends

let us hope so we thought

a small bird came toward the skiff from

the north

he was a warbler and flying very low

over the water

the old man could see that he was very

tired

the bird made the stern of the boat and

rested there

then he flew around the old man’s head

and rested on the line where he was more

comfortable

how old are you

the old man asked the bird

is this your first trip

the bird looked at him when he spoke

he was too tired even to examine the

line and he teetered on it as his

delicate feet gripped it fast

it’s steady the old man told him

it’s too steady

you shouldn’t be that tired after a

windless night

what are birds coming to

the hawks he thought that come out to

sea to meet them

but he said nothing of this to the bird

who could not understand him anyway and

who would learn about the hawks soon

enough

take a good rest small bird he said

then go in and take your chance like any

man or bird or fish

it encouraged him to talk because his

back had stiffened in the night and it

hurt truly now

stay in my house if you like bird he

said

i am sorry i cannot hoist the sail and

take you in with the small breeze that

is rising but i am with a friend

just then the fish gave a sudden lurch

that pulled the old man down onto the

bow and would have pulled him overboard

if he had not braced himself and given

some line

the bird had flown up when the line

jerked and the old man had not even seen

him go

he felt the line carefully with his

right hand and noticed his hand was

bleeding

something hurt him then

he said aloud and pulled back on the

line to see if he could turn the fish

but when he was touching the breaking

point he held steady and settled back

against the strain of the line

you’re feeling it now fish

he said

and so god knows am i

he looked around for the bird now

because he would have liked him for

company

the bird was gone

you did not stay long

the man thought

but it is rougher where you are going

until you make the shore

how did i let the fish cut me with that

one quick pull he made i must be getting

very stupid

or perhaps i was looking at the small

bird and thinking of him

now i will pay attention to my work

and then i must eat the tuna so that i

will not have a failure of strength

i wish the boy were here and that i had

some salt

he said aloud

shifting the weight of the line to his

left shoulder and kneeling carefully he

washed his hand in the ocean

and held it there submerged for more

than a minute watching the blood trail

away and the steady movement of the

water against his hand as the boat moved

he has slowed much

he said

the old man would have liked to keep his

hand in the salt water longer but he was

afraid of another sudden lurch by the

fish and he stood up and braced himself

and held his hand up against the sun

it was only a line burn that had cut his

flesh

but it was in the working part of his

hand

he knew he would need his hands before

this was over and he did not like to be

cut before it started

now

he said when his hand had dried i must

eat the small tuna

i can reach him with the gaff and eat

him here in

comfort

he knelt down and found the tuna under

the stern with the gaff and drew it

toward him keeping it clear of the

coiled lines

holding the line with his left shoulder

again and bracing on his left hand and

arm he took the tuna off the gaff hook

and put the gaff back in place

he put one knee on the fish and cut

strips of dark red meat longitudinally

from the back of the head to the tail

they were wedge-shaped strips and he cut

them from next to the backbone down to

the edge of the belly

when he had cut six strips he spread

them out on the wood of the bow wiped

his knife on his trousers and lifted the

carcass of the bonito by the tail and

dropped it overboard

i don’t think i can eat an entire one he

said and drew his knife across one of

the strips

he could feel the steady hard pull of

the line and his left hand was cramped

it drew up tight on the heavy cord and

he looked at it in disgust

what kind of a hand is that he said

cramp then if you want make yourself

into a clod will do you no good

come on

he thought and looked down into the dark

water at the slant of the line

eat it now and it will strengthen the

hand

it is not the hand’s fault and you have

been many hours with the fish

but you can stay with him forever

eat the benito now

he picked up a piece and put it in his

mouth and chewed it slowly

it was not unpleasant

chew it well he thought and get all the

juices

it would not be bad to eat with a little

lime or with lemon or with salt

how do you feel hand he asked the

cramped hand that was almost as stiff as

rigor mortis

i’ll eat some more for you

he ate the other part of the piece that

he had cut into

he chewed it carefully and then spat out

the skin

how does it go and

or is it too early to know

we took another full piece and chewed it

it is a strong full-blooded fish

he thought

i was lucky to get him instead of

dolphin dolphin is too sweet

this is hardly sweet at all and all the

strength is still in it

there is no sense in being anything but

practical though he thought

i wish i had some salt and i do not know

whether the sun will rot or dry what is

left so i had better eat it all although

i am not hungry

the fish is calm and steady

i will eat it all

and then i will be ready

be patient hand

he said

i do this for you

i wish i could feed the fish he thought

he is my brother

but i must kill him

and keep strong to do it

slowly and conscientiously he ate all of

the wedge-shaped strips of fish

he straightened up wiping his hand on

his trousers

now

he said

you can let the cord go hand

and i will handle him with the right arm

alone until you stop that nonsense

he put his left foot on the heavy line

that the left hand had held and laid

back against the pole against his back

god help me to have the cramp go

he said

because i do not know what the fish is

going to do

but he seems calm

he thought

and following his plan

but what is his plan

he thought

and what is mine

mine i must improvise to his because of

his great size if he will jump i can

kill him

but he stays down forever

then i will stay down with him forever

he rubbed the cramped hand against his

trousers and tried to gentle the fingers

but it would not open

maybe it will open with the sun

he thought

maybe it will open when the strong raw

tuna is digested

if i have to have it i will open it cost

whatever it costs

but i do not want to open it now by

force

let it open by itself

and come back of its own accord

after all i abused it much in the night

when it was necessary to free and untie

the various lines

he looked across the sea and knew how

alone he was now but he could see the

prisms in the deep dark water and the

lines stretching ahead and the strange

undulation of the calm

the clouds were building up now for the

trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a

flight of wild ducks etching themselves

against the sky over the water then

blurring then etching again

and he knew no man was ever alone on the

sea

he thought of how some men feared being

out of sight of land in a small boat and

knew they were right in the months of

sudden bad weather

but now they were in hurricane

months

and when there are no hurricanes the

weather of hurricane month is the best

of all the year

if there is a hurricane you always see

the signs of it in the sky for days

ahead if you are at sea

they do not see it ashore because they

do not know what to look for he thought

the land must make a difference too in

the shape of the clouds

but we have no hurricane coming now

he looked at the sky and saw the white

cumulus built like friendly piles of ice

cream and high above were the thin

feathers of the cirrus against the high

september sky

light brisa

he said

better weather for me than for you fish

his left hand was still cramped but he

was on nodding it slowly

i hate a cramp

he thought

it is a treachery of one’s own body

it is humiliating before others to have

a diarrhea from domain poisoning or to

vomit from it

but a cramp

we thought of it as a columbi

humiliates one’s self especially when

one is alone

if the boy were here he could rub it for

me and loosen it down from the forearm

he thought

but it will loosen up

then

with his right hand he felt the

difference in the pull of the line

before he saw the slant change in the

water

then as he leaned against the line and

slapped his left hand hard and fast

against his thigh he saw the line

slanting slowly upward

he’s coming up

he said come on hand please come on

the line rose slowly and steadily and

then the surface of the ocean bulged

ahead of the boat and the fish came out

he came out

unendingly

and water poured from his sides

he was bright in the sun and his head

and back were dark purple and in the sun

the stripes on his side showed wide and

a light lavender

his sword was as long as a baseball bat

and tapered like a rapier

and he rose his full length from the

water and then re-entered it smoothly

like a diver and the old man saw the

great scythe blade of his tail go under

and the line commenced to race out

he is two feet longer than this gif

the old man said

the line was going out fast but steadily

and the fish was not panicked

the old man was trying with both hands

to keep the line just inside of breaking

strength

he knew that if he could not slow the

fish with a steady pressure the fish

could take out all the line and break it

he is a great fish

and i must convince him he thought i

must never let him learn his strength

nor what he could do if he made his run

if i were him i would put in everything

now and go until something broke

but thank god they are not as

intelligent as we who kill them although

they are more noble and more able

the old man had seen many great fish

he had seen many that weighed more than

a thousand pounds and he had caught two

of that size in his life but never alone

now alone and out of sight of land he

was fast to the biggest fish that he had

ever seen and bigger than he had ever

heard of

and his left hand was still as tight as

the gripped claws of an eagle

it will uncramp though he thought

surely it will uncramp to help my right

hand

there are three things that are brothers

the fish

and my two hands

it must uncrap

it is unworthy of it to be cramped

the fish had slowed again and was going

at his usual pace

i wonder why he jumped the old man

thought

he jumped almost as though to show me

how big he was

i know now anyway

he thought

i wish i could show him what sort of man

i am but then he would see the cramped

hand

let him think i am more man than i am

and i will be so

i wish i was the fish

he thought with everything he has

against only my will and my intelligence

he settled comfortably against the wood

and took his suffering as it came and

the fish swam steadily and the boat

moved slowly through the dark water

there was a small sea rising with the

wind coming up from the east and at noon

the old man’s left hand was uncramped

bad news for you fish he said and

shifted the line over the sacks that

covered his shoulders

he was comfortable but suffering

although he did not admit the suffering

at all

i am not religious he said but i will

say ten our fathers and ten hail marys

that i should catch this fish and i

promise to make a pilgrimage to the

virgin of cobra if i catch him that is a

promise

he commenced to say his prayers

mechanically

sometimes he would be so tired that he

could not remember the prayer and then

he would say them fast so that they

would come automatically

hail marys are easier to say than our

fathers he thought

hail mary full of grace the lord is with

thee blessed art thou among women and

blessed is the fruit of thy womb jesus

holy mary mother of god pray for us

sinners now and at the hour of our death

amen

then he added blessed virgin pray for

the death of this fish

wonderful though he is

with his prayers said and feeling much

better but suffering exactly as much and

perhaps a little more he leaned against

the wood of the bow and began

mechanically to work the fingers of his

left hand

the sun was hot now

although the breeze was rising gently

i had better re-bait that little line

out over the stern he said

if the fish decides to stay another

night i will need to eat again and the

water is low in the bottle

i don’t think i can get anything but a

dolphin here

but if i eat him fresh enough he won’t

be bad

i wish a flying fish would come on board

tonight

but i have no light to attract them

a flying fish is excellent to eat raw

and i would not have to cut him up

i must save all my strength now

christ i did not know he was so big

i’ll kill him though

he said in all his greatness and his

glory

although it is unjust

he thought

but i will show him what a man can do

and what a man endures

i told the boy i was a strange old man

he said

now is when i must prove it

the thousand times that he had proved it

meant nothing now he was proving it

again

each time was a new time and he never

thought about the past when he was doing

it

i wish he’d sleep

and i could sleep and dream about the

lions he thought

why are the lions the main thing that is

left

don’t think old man

he said to himself

rest gently now against the wood and

think of nothing he is working

work as little as you can

was getting into the afternoon and the

boat still moved slowly and steadily

but there was an added drag now from the

easterly breeze and the old man rode

gently with the small sea and the hurt

of the cord across his back came to him

easily and smoothly

once in the afternoon the lines started

to rise again

but the fish only continued to swim at a

slightly higher level

the sun was on the old man’s left arm

and shoulder and on his back

so he knew the fish had turned east of

north

now that he had seen him once he could

picture the fish swimming in the water

with his purple pectoral fins set wide

his wings and the great direct tales

slicing through the dark

i wonder how much he sees at that depth

the old man thought

his eye is huge and a horse with much

less eye can see in the dark

once i could see quite well in the dark

not in the absolute dark but almost as a

cat sees

the sun and his steady movement of his

fingers had uncramped his left hand now

completely and he began to shift more of

the strain to it and he shrugged the

muscles of his back to shift the hurt of

the cord a little

if you’re not tired fish he said aloud

you must be very strange

he felt very tired now

and he knew the night would come soon

and he tried to think of other things

he thought of the big leagues

to him they were the grand ligas

and he knew that the yankees of new york

were playing the tigress of detroit

this is the second day now that i do not

know the result of the juegos he thought

but i must have confidence

and i must be worthy of the great

dimaggio who does all things perfectly

even with the pain of the bone spur in

his heel

what is a bone spur

he asked himself

unusual

we do not have them

can it be as painful as the spur of a

fighting in one’s heel

i do not think i could endure that

or the loss of the eye and of both eyes

and continue to fight as the fighting

do

man is not much beside the great birds

and beasts

still i would rather be that beast down

there in the darkness of the sea

unless sharks come

he said aloud

if sharks come god pity him and me

do you believe the great dimaggio would

stay with a fish as long as i will stay

with this one he thought

i am sure he would

and more since he is young and strong

also his father was a fisherman

but would the bone spur hurt him too

much

i do not know

he said aloud i never had a bone spur

as the sun set

he remembered to give himself more

confidence the time in the tavern at

casablanca when he had played the hand

game with the great negro from

cienfuegos who was the strongest man on

the docks

they had gone one day and one night with

their elbows on a chalk line on the

table and their forearms straight up and

their hands gripped tight

each one was trying to force the other’s

hand down onto the table

there was much betting and people went

in and out of the room under the

kerosene lights and he had looked at the

arm and hand of the negro and at the

negro’s face

they changed the referees every four

hours after the first eight so that the

referees could sleep

blood came out from under the

fingernails of both his and the negro’s

hands and they looked each other in the

eye and at their hands and forearms and

the betters went in and out of the room

and sat on high chairs against the wall

and watched

the walls were painted bright blue and

were of wood and the lamps threw their

shadows against them

the negro shadow was huge and it moved

on the wall as the breeze moved the

lamps

the odds would change back and forth all

night and they fed the negro rum and

lighted cigarettes for him

then the negro after the rum would try

for a tremendous effort

and once he had the old man who was not

an old man then but was santiago el

campeon nearly three inches off balance

but the old man had raised his hand up

to dead even again

he was sure then that he had the negro

who was a fine man and a great athlete

beaten

and at daylight when the bettors were

asking that it be called a draw and the

referee was shaking his head he had

unleashed his effort and forced the hand

of the negro down and down until it

rested on the wood

the match had started on a sunday

morning and ended on a monday morning

many of the bettors had asked for a draw

because they had to go to work on the

docks loading sacks of sugar or at the

havana coal company

otherwise everyone would have wanted it

to go to a finish but he had finished it

anyway and before anyone had to go to

work

for a long time after that everyone had

called him the champion

and there had been a return match in the

spring

but not much money was bad

and he had won it quite easily since he

had broken the confidence of the negro

from cienfuegos in the first match

after that he had a few matches and then

no more

he decided that he could beat anyone if

he wanted too badly enough and he

decided that it was bad for his right

hand for fishing

he’d tried a few practice matches with

his left hand but his left hand had

always been a traitor and would not do

what he called on it to do

and he did not trust it

the son will bake it out well now

he thought

it should not cramp on me again

unless it gets too cold in the night

i wonder what this night will bring

an airplane passed overhead on its

course to miami and he watched its

shadows scaring up the schools of flying

fish

with so much flying fish there should be

dolphin he said

and leaned back on the line to see if it

was possible to gain any on his fish

but he could not

and it stayed at the hardness and water

drop shivering that proceeded breaking

boat moved ahead slowly and he watched

the airplane until he could no longer

see it

it must be very strange in an airplane

he thought

i wonder what the sea looks like from

that height

they should be able to see the fish well

if they do not fly too high

i would like to fly very slowly at 200

fathoms high and see the fish from above

in the turtle boats i was in the cross

trees of the masthead and even at that

height i saw much

the dolphin looked greener from there

and you can see their stripes and their

purple spots and you can see all of the

school as they swim

why is it that all the fast-moving fish

of the dark current have purple backs

and usually purple stripes or spots

the dolphin looks green of course

because he is really golden but when he

comes to feed truly hungry purple

stripes show on his sides as on a marlin

can it be anger or the greater speed he

makes that brings them out

just before it was dark as they passed a

great island of sargasso weed that

heaved and swung in the light sea as

though the ocean were making love with

something under a yellow blanket his

small line was taken by a dolphin

he saw it first when it jumped in the

air true gold in the last of the sun and

bending and flapping wildly in the air

it jumped again and again in the

acrobatics of its fear and he worked his

way back to the stern and crouching and

holding the big line with his right hand

and arm he pulled the dolphin in with

his left hand stepping on the gained

line each time with his bare left foot

when the fish was at the stern plunging

and cutting from side to side in

desperation the old man leaned over the

stern and lifted the burnished gold fish

with its purple spots over the stern

its jaws were working convulsively in

quick bites against the hook and it

pounded the bottom of the skiff with its

long flat body its tail and its head

until he clubbed it across the shining

golden head until it shivered and was

still

the old man unhooked the fish

re-baited the line with another sardine

and tossed it over

then he worked his way slowly back to

the bow

he washed his left hand and wiped it on

his trousers

then he shifted the heavy line from his

right hand to his left and washed his

right hand in the sea

while he watched the sun go into the

ocean

and the slant of the big cord

he hasn’t changed at all

he said

but watching the movement of the water

against his hand he noted that it was

perceptibly slower

i’ll lash the two oars together across

the stern and that will slow him in the

night

he said

he’s good for the night

and so am i

it would be better to gut the dolphin a

little later to save the blood in the

meat he thought

i can do that a little later and lash

the oars to make a drag at the same time

i had better keep the fish quiet now and

not disturb him too much at sunset

the setting of the sun is a difficult

time for all fish

he let his hand dry in the air

then grasped the line with it and eased

himself as much as he could and allowed

himself to be pulled forward against the

wood so that the boat took the strain as

much or more than he did

i’m learning how to do it

he thought

this part of it anyway

then to remember he hasn’t eaten since

he took the bait

and he is huge and needs much food

i have eaten the whole bonito

tomorrow i will eat the dolphin he

called it dorado

perhaps i should eat some of it when i

clean it

it will be harder to eat than the bonito

but then

nothing is easy

how do you feel fish

he asked aloud

i feel good and my left hand is better

and i have food for a night and a day

pull the boat fish

he did not truly feel good because the

pain from the cord across his back had

almost passed pain and gone into a

dullness that he mistrusted

but i have had worse things than that he

thought

my hand is only cut a little and the

cramp is gone from the other

my legs are all right

also now i have gained on him in the

question of sustenance

it was dark now as it becomes dark

quickly after the sun sets in september

he lay against the worn wood of the bow

and rested all that he could

the first stars were out

he did not know the name of rigel but he

saw it and knew soon they would all be

out and he would have all his distant

friends

the fish is my friend too

he said aloud

i have never seen or heard of such a

fish

but i must kill him

i am glad we do not have to try to kill

the stars

imagine if each day a man must try to

kill the moon

he thought

the moon runs away

but imagine if a man each day should

have to try to kill the sun

we were born lucky he thought

then he was sorry for the great fish

that had nothing to eat and his

determination to kill him never relaxed

in his sorrow for him

how many people will he feed he thought

but are they worthy to eat him

no

of course not

there is no one worthy of eating him

from the manner of his behavior and his

great dignity

i do not understand these things

he thought

but it is good that we do not have to

try to kill the sun or the moon or the

stars

it is enough to live on the sea and kill

our true brothers

now he thought i must think about the

drag

it has its perils and its merits

i may lose so much line that i will lose

him if he makes his effort and the drag

made by the oars is in place and the

boat loses all her lightness

her lightness prolongs both are

suffering but it is my safety since he

has great speed that he has never yet

employed

no matter what passes i must gut the

dolphin so he does not spoil and eat

some of him to be strong

now i will rest an hour more and feel

that he is solid and steady before i

move back to the stern to do the work

and make the decision

in the meantime i can see how he acts

and if he shows any changes

the oars are a good trick

but it has reached the time to play for

safety

he is much fish still

and i saw that the hook was in the

corner of his mouth and he has kept his

mouth tight shut

the punishment of the hook is nothing

the punishment of hunger and that he is

against something that he does not

comprehend is everything

rest now old man

and let him work until your next duty

comes

he rested for what he believed to be two

hours

the moon did not rise now until late and

he had no way of judging the time

nor was he really resting except

comparatively he was still bearing the

pull of the fish across his shoulders

but he placed his left hand on the

gunnel of the bow and confided more and

more of the resistance to the fish to

the skiff itself

how simple it would be if i could make

the line fast he thought

but with one small lurch he could break

it

i must cushion the pull of the line with

my body and at all times be ready to

give line with both hands

but you have not slept yet old man

he said aloud

it is half a day and a night and now

another day

and you have not slept

you must devise a way so that you sleep

a little if he is quiet and steady

if you do not sleep you might become

unclear in the head

i’m clear enough in the head

he thought

too clear

i am as clear as the stars that are my

brothers

still i must sleep

they sleep and the moon and the sun

sleep and even the ocean sleeps

sometimes on certain days when there is

no current in a flat calm

but remember to sleep

he thought

make yourself do it and devise some

simple and sure way about the lines

now go back and prepare the dolphin it

is too dangerous to rig the oars as a

drag if you must sleep

i could go without sleeping

he told himself

but it would be too dangerous

he started to work his way back to the

stern on his hands and knees being

careful not to jerk against the fish

he may be half asleep himself he thought

but i do not want him to rest

he must pull until he dies

back in the stern he turned so that his

left hand held the strain of the line

across his shoulders and drew his knife

from its sheath with his right hand

the stars were bright now and he saw the

dolphin clearly and he pushed the blade

of his knife into his head and drew him

out from under the stern

he put one of his feet on the fish and

slid him quickly from the vent up to the

tip of his lower jaw

then he put his knife down and gutted

him with his right hand scooping him

clean and pulling the gills clear

he felt the maw heavy and slippery in

his hands and he slid it open

there were two flying fish inside

they were fresh and hard and he laid

them side by side and dropped the guts

and the gills over the stern

they sank leaving a trail of

phosphorescence in the water

the dolphin was cold and a leprous gray

white now in the starlight and the old

man skinned one side of him while he

held his right foot on the fish’s head

then he turned him over and skinned the

other side and cut each side off from

the head down to the tail

he slid the carcass overboard and looked

to see if there was any swirl in the

water

but there was only the light of its slow

descent

he turned then and placed the two flying

fish inside the two fillets of fish and

putting his knife back in its sheath he

worked his way slowly back to the bow

his back was bent with the weight of the

line across it and he carried the fish

in his right hand

back in the bow he laid the two fillets

of fish out on the wood with the flying

fish beside them

after that he settled the line across

his shoulders in a new place and held it

again with his left hand resting on the

gunnel

then he leaned over the side and washed

the flying fish in the water

noting the speed of the water against

his hand

his hand was phosphorescent from

skinning the fish and he watched the

flow of water against it

the flow was less strong

and as he rubbed the side of his hand

against the planking of the skiff

particles of phosphorus floated off and

drifted slowly astern

he is tiring

he’s resting

the old man said

now let me get through the eating of

this dolphin and get some rest in a

little sleep

under the stars and with the night

colder all the time he ate half of one

of the dolphin fillets and one of the

flying fish gutted and with its head cut

off

what an excellent fish dolphin is to eat

cooked he said

and what a miserable fish raw

i will never go in a boat again without

salt or limes

if i had brains i would have splashed

water on the bow all day and drying it

would have made salt he thought

but then i did not hook the dolphin

until almost sunset

still it was a lack of preparation

but i have chewed it all well and i am

not nauseated

the sky was clouding over to the east

and one after another the stars he knew

were gone

it looked now as though he were moving

into a great canyon of clouds and the

wind had dropped

there will be bad weather in three or

four days

he said

but not tonight and not tomorrow

rigged now to get some sleep old man

while the fish is calm and steady

he held the line tight in his right hand

and then pushed his thigh against his

right hand as he leaned all his weight

against the wood of the bow

then he passed the line a little lower

on his shoulders and braced his left

hand on it

my right hand can hold it as long as it

is braced he thought if it relaxes in

sleep my left hand will wake me as the

line goes out

it is hard on the right hand

but he is used to punishment

even if i sleep 20 minutes or half an

hour it is good

he lay forward cramping himself against

the line with all of his body putting

all his weight onto his right hand

and he was asleep

he did not dream of the lions

but instead of a vast school of

porpoises

that stretched for eight or ten miles

and it was in the time of their mating

and they would leap high into the air

and return into the same hole they had

made in the water when they leaped

then he dreamed that he was in the

village on his bed and there was a

norther and he was very cold and his

right arm was asleep because his head

had rested on it instead of a pillow

after that he began to dream of the long

yellow beach and he saw the first of the

lions come down onto it in the early

dark and then the other lions came and

he rested his chin on the wood of the

boughs where the ship lay anchored with

the evening offshore breeze and he

waited to see if there would be more

lions

and he was happy

the moon had been up for a long time

but he slept on

and the fish pulled on steadily and the

boat moved into the tunnel of clouds

he woke with the jerk of his right fist

coming up against his face and the line

burning out through his right hand

he had no feeling of his left hand but

he breaked all he could with his right

and the line rushed out

finally his left hand found the line and

he leaned back against the line and now

it burned his back and his left hand and

his left hand was taking all the strain

and cutting badly

he looked back at the coils of line and

they were feeding smoothly

just then the fish jumped making a great

bursting of the ocean and then a heavy

fall

then he jumped again

and again

and the boat was going fast although the

line was still racing out and the old

man was raising the strain to breaking

point and raising it to breaking point

again and again he had been pulled down

tight onto the bow and his face was in

the cut slice of dolphin and he could

not move

this is what we waited for he thought so

now let us take it

make him pay for the line he thought

make him pay for it

he could not see the fish’s jumps but

only heard the breaking of the ocean and

the heavy splash as he fell

the speed of the line was cutting his

hands badly but he had always known this

would happen and he tried to keep the

cutting across the calloused parts and

not let the lines slip into the palm nor

cut the fingers

if the boy were here he could wet the

coils of line he thought yes if the boy

were here if the boy were here

the line went out and out and out but it

was slowing now

and he was making the fish earn each

inch of it

now he got his head up from the wood and

out of the slice of fish that his cheek

had crushed

then he was on his knees

and then he rose slowly to his feet

he was seeding lying but more slowly all

the time

he worked back to where he could feel

with his foot the coils of line that he

could not see there was plenty of lines

still and now the fish had to pull the

friction of all that new line through

the water

yes

he thought

and now he has jumped more than a dozen

times and filled the sacks along his

back with air and he cannot go down deep

to die where i cannot bring him up

he will start circling soon

and then i must work on him

i wonder what started him so suddenly

could it have been hunger that made him

desperate or was he frightened by

something in the night maybe he suddenly

felt fear

but he was such a calm strong fish and

he seemed so fearless and so confident

it is strange

you better be fearless and confident

yourself old man he said

you’re holding him again but you cannot

get line

but soon he has to circle

the old man held him with his left hand

in his shoulders now and stooped down

and scooped up water in his right hand

to get the crushed dolphin flesh off of

his face

he was afraid that it might nauseate him

and he would vomit and lose his strength

when his face was cleaned he washed his

right hand in the water over the side

and then let it stay in the salt water

while he watched the first light come

before the sunrise

he’s headed almost east

he thought

that means he is tired and going with

the current

soon he will have to circle

then our true work begins

after he judged that his right hand had

been in the water long enough he took it

out and looked at it

it is not bad

he said

and pain does not matter to a man

he took hold of the line carefully so

that it did not fit into any of the

fresh line cuts and shifted his weight

so that he could put his left hand into

the sea on the other side of the skiff

you did not do so badly for something

worthless

he said to his left hand

but there was a moment when i could not

find you

why was i not born with two good hands

he thought

perhaps it was my fault in not training

that one properly

but god knows he has had enough chances

to learn

he did not do so badly in the night

though and he is only cramped once

if he cramps again let the line cut him

off

when he thought that he knew that he was

not being clear-headed

and he thought he should choose some

more of the dolphin

but i can’t

he told himself

it is better to be light-headed than to

lose your strength from nausea

and i know i cannot keep it if i eat it

since my face was in it

i will keep it for an emergency until it

goes bad

but it is too late to try for strength

now through nourishment

you’re stupid he told himself eat the

other flying fish

it was there cleaned and ready and he

picked it up with his left hand and ate

it chewing the bones carefully and

eating all of it down to the tail

it has more nourishment than almost any

fish be thought

at least the kind of strength that i

need

now i have done what i can he thought

let him begin to circle

and let the fight come

the sun was rising for the third time

since he had put to sea

when the fish started to circle

he could not see by the slant of the

line that the fish was circling

it was too early for that

he just felt a faint slackening of the

pressure of the line and he commenced to

pull on it gently with his right hand

it tightened as always but just when he

reached the point where it would break

line began to come in

he slipped his shoulders and head from

under the line and began to pull in line

steadily and gently

he used both of his hands in a swinging

motion and tried to do the pulling as

much as he could with his body and his

legs

his old legs and shoulders pivoted with

the swinging of the pulling

it is a very big circle

he said

but he is circling

then the line would not come in anymore

and he held it until he saw the drops

jumping from it in the sun

then it started out

and the old man knelt down and let it go

grudgingly back into the dark water

he is making the far part of his circle

now

he said

i must hold all i can

he thought the strain will shorten his

circle each time

perhaps in an hour i will see him

now i must convince him

and then i must kill him

but the fish kept on circling slowly

and the old man was wet with sweat and

tired deep into his bones two hours

later

but the circles were much shorter now

and from the way the line slanted he

could tell the fish had risen steadily

while he swam

for an hour the old man had been seeing

black spots before his eyes and the

sweat salted his eyes and salted the cut

over his eye and on his forehead

he was not afraid of the black spots

they were normal at the tension that he

was pulling on the line

twice though he had felt faint and dizzy

and that had worried him

i could not fail myself and die on a

fish like this

he said

now that i have him coming so

beautifully god help me endure i’ll say

a hundred our fathers and a hundred hail

marys

but i cannot say them now

consider them said he thought

i’ll say them later

just then he felt a sudden banging and

jerking on the line he held with his two

hands it was sharp and hard feeling and

heavy

he is hitting the wire leader with his

spear

he thought

that was bound to come he had to do that

it may make him jump though

and i would rather he stayed circling

now

the jumps were necessary for him to take

air

but after that each one can widen the

opening of the hook wound and he can

throw the hook

don’t jump fish he said don’t jump

the fish hit the wire several times more

and each time he shook his head the old

man gave up a little line

i must hold his pain where it is he

thought

mine does not matter i can control mine

but his pain could drive him mad

after a while the fish stopped beating

at the wire and started circling slowly

again

the old man was gaining lines steadily

now

but he felt faint again

he lifted some sea water with his left

hand and put it on his head

then he put more on and rubbed the back

of his neck

i have no cramps

he said

he’ll be up soon and i can last

you have to last don’t even speak of it

he kneeled against the bow and for a

moment slipped the line over his back

again

i’ll rest now while he goes out on the

circle and then stand up and work on him

when he comes in he decided

it was a great temptation to rest in the

bow and let the fish make one circle by

himself without recovering any line

but when the strain showed the fish had

turned to come toward the boat the old

man rose to his feet and started the

pivoting and the weaving pulling that

brought in all the line he gained

i’m tireder than i have ever been

he thought and now the trade wind is

rising

but that will be good to take him in

with i need that badly

i’ll rest on the next turn as he goes

out he said

i feel much better

than in two or three turns more i will

have him

his straw hat was far on the back of his

head and he sank down into the bow with

a pull of the line as he felt the fish

turn

you work now fish he thought i’ll take

you at the turn.

the sea had risen considerably

but it was a fair weather breeze and he

had to have it to get home

i’ll just steer south and west he said

a man is never lost at sea

and it is a long island

it was on the third turn that he saw the

fish first

he saw him first as a dark shadow that

took so long to pass under the boat that

he could not believe its length

no

he said

he can’t be that big

but he was that big

and at the end of this circle he came to

the surface only 30 yards away and the

man saw his tail out of water

it was higher than a big scythe blade

and a very pale lavender above the dark

blue water

it raked back and as the fish swam just

below the surface the old man could see

his huge bulk and the purple stripes

that banded him

his dorsal fin was down and his huge

pectorals were spread wide

on this circle the old man could see the

fish’s eye and the two gray sucking fish

that swam around him

sometimes they attached themselves to

him sometimes they darted off

sometimes they would swim easily in his

shadow

they were each over three feet long and

when they swam fast they lashed their

whole bodies like eels

the old man was sweating now but from

something else besides the sun

on each calm placid turn the fish made

he was gaining line

and he was sure that in two turns more

he would have a chance to get the

harpoon in

but i must get him close close close he

thought i mustn’t try for the head i

must get the heart

be calm and strong old man

he said

on the next circle the fish’s back was

out but he was a little too far from the

boat

on the next circle he was still too far

away but he was higher out of water and

the old man was sure that by gaining

some more line he could have him

alongside

he had rigged his harpoon long before

and its coil of light rope was in a

round basket and the end was made fast

to the bit in the bow

the fish was coming in on his circle now

calm and beautiful looking and only his

great tale moving

the old man pulled on him all that he

could to bring him closer

for just a moment the fish turned a

little on his side

then he straightened himself and began

another circle

i moved him

the old man said i moved him then

he felt faint again now but he held on

the great fish all the strain that he

could

i moved him he thought

maybe this time i can get him over

pull hands he thought hold up legs last

for me head last for me you never went

this time i’ll pull him over

but when he put all of his effort on

starting it well out before the fish

came alongside and pulling with all his

strength the fish pulled part way over

and then righted himself and swam away

fish

the old man said fish you are going to

have to die anyway you have to kill me

too

that way nothing is accomplished he

thought

his mouth was too dry to speak but he

could not reach for the water now

i must get him alongside this time he

thought

i am not good for many more turns

yes you are

he told himself you’re good forever

on the next turn he nearly had him

but again the fish righted himself and

swam slowly away

you are killing me fish the old man

thought

but you have a right to

never have i seen a greater or more

beautiful or a calmer or a more noble

thing

than you brother

come on and kill me

i do not care who kills who

now you are getting confused in the head

he thought

you must keep your head clear

keep your head clear and know how to

suffer like a man

or a fish

he thought

clear up head

he said in a voice he could hardly hear

clear up

twice more

it was the same on the turns

i do not know

the old man thought

he had been on the point of feeling

himself go each time

i do not know

but i will try it once more

he tried it once more and he felt

himself going when he turned the fish

the fish righted himself and swam off

again slowly with the great tale weaving

in the air

i’ll try it again

the old man promised although his hands

were mushy now and he could only see

well in flashes

he tried it again

and it was the same

so he thought

and he felt himself going before he

started

i will try it once again

he took all his pain

and what was left of his strength

and his long gone pride and he put it

against the fish’s agony

and the fish came over onto his side

and swam gently on his side his bill

almost touching the planking of the

skiff and started to pass the boat

long

deep

wide silver and barred with purple and

interminable in the water

the old man dropped the line

and put his foot on it

and lifted the harpoon as high as he

could and drove it down with all his

strength and more strength he had just

summoned into the fish’s side just

behind the great chest fin that rose

high in the air to the altitude of the

man’s chest

he felt the iron go in and he leaned on

it and drove it further and then pushed

all his weight after it

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then the fish came alive

with his death in him

and rose high out of the water showing

all his great length and width and all

his power and his beauty

he seemed to hang in the air above the

old man in the skiff

then he fell into the water with a crash

that sent spray over the old man and

over all of the skiff

the old man felt faint

and sick and he could not see well

but he cleared the harpoon line and let

it run slowly through his raw hands and

when he could see he saw the fish was on

his back with his silver belly up

the shaft of the harpoon was projecting

at an angle from the fish’s shoulder and

the sea was discoloring with the red of

the blood from his heart

first it was dark as a shoal in the blue

water that was more than a mile deep

then it spread like a cloud

the fish was silvery

and still

and floated with the waves

the old man looked carefully in the

glimpse of vision that he had

then he took two turns of the harpoon

line around the bit in the bow

and laid his head on his hands

keep my head clear

he said against the wood of the bow

i am a tired old man

but i have killed this fish

which is my brother

and now i must do the slave work

now i must prepare the nooses and the

rope to lash him alongside he thought

even if we were two and swamped her to

load him and bailed her out this skiff

would never hold him

i must prepare everything

then bring him in and lash him well and

step the mast and set sail for home

he started to pull the fish in to have

him alongside so that he could pass a

line through his gills and out his mouth

and make his head fast alongside the bow

i want to see him

he thought and to touch and to feel him

he is my fortune

he thought

but that is not why i wish to feel him

i think i felt his heart

he thought

when i pushed on the harpoon shaft the

second time

bring him in now and make him fast and

get the noose around his tail and

another around his middle to bind him to

the skiff

get to work old man

he said

he took a very small drink of the water

there is very much slave work to be done

now that the fight is over

he looked up at the sky and then out to

his fish

he looked at the sun carefully

it is not much more than noon

he thought

and the trade wind is rising

the lines all mean nothing now the boy

and i will splice them when we are home

come on fish

he said

but the fish did not come

instead he lay there wallowing now in

the seas and the old man pulled the

skiff up onto him

when he was even with him and had the

fish’s head against the bow he could not

believe his size

but he untied the harpoon rope from the

bit passed it through the fish’s gills

and out his jaws made a turn around his

sword then passed the rope through the

other gill made another turn around the

bill and knotted the double rope and

made it fast to the bit in the bow

he cut the rope then and went astern to

noose the tail

the fish had turned silver from his

original purple and silver and the

stripes showed the same pale violet

color as his tail

they were wider than a man’s hand with

his fingers spread and the fish’s eye

looked as detached as the mirrors in a

periscope or as a saint in a procession

it was the only way to kill him

the old man said

he was feeling better since the water

and he knew he would not go away and his

head was clear

he’s over 1500 pounds the way he is he

thought

maybe much more

if he dresses out two-thirds of that at

30 cents a pound

i need a pencil for that

he said

my head is not that clear

but i think the great dimaggio would be

proud of me today

i had no bone spurs

but the hands on the back hurt truly

i wonder what a bone spur is

he thought

maybe we have them without knowing of it

he made the fish fast to bow and stern

and to the middle fort

he was so big it was like lashing a much

bigger skiff alongside

he cut a piece of line and tied the

fish’s lower jaw against his bill so his

mouth would not open and they would sail

as cleanly as possible

then he stepped the mast and with the

stick that was his gaff and with his

boom rigged the patched sail drew the

boat began to move

and half lying in the stern he sailed

southwest

he did not need a compass to tell him

where southwest was

he only needed the feel of the trade

wind and the drawing of the sail

better put a small line out with a spoon

on it and try and get something to eat

and drink for the moisture

but he could not find a spoon and his

sardines were rotten

so he hooked a patch of yellow golf weed

with the gaff as they passed and shook

it so that the small shrimps that were

in it fell onto the planking of the

skiff

there were more than a dozen of them and

they jumped and kicked like sand fleas

the old man pinched their heads off with

his thumb and forefinger and ate them

chewing up the shells and the tails

they were very tiny but he knew they

were nourishing and they tasted good

the old man still had two drinks of

water in the bottle and he used half of

one after he had eaten the shrimps

the skiff was sailing well considering

the handicaps and he steered with the

tiller under his arm

he could see the fish

and he had only to look at his hands and

feel his back against the stern to know

that this had truly happened and was not

a dream

at one time when he was feeling so badly

toward the end he had thought perhaps it

was a dream

then when he had seen the fish come out

of the water and hang motionless in the

sky before he fell he was sure there was

some great strangeness and he could not

believe it

then he could not see well

although now he saw as well as ever

now he knew there was the fish and his

hands and back were no dream

the hands cured quickly he thought

i bled them clean and the salt water

will heal them

the dark water of the true golf is the

greatest healer that there is

all i must do is keep the head clear

the hands have done their work and we

sail well

with his mouth shut and his tail

straight up and down we sail like

brothers

then his head started to become a little

unclear and he thought is he bringing me

in or am i bringing him in

if i were towing him behind

there would be no question

nor if the fish were in the skiff with

all dignity gone there would be no

question either

but they were sailing together lashed

side by side and the old man thought let

him bring me in if it pleases him

i am only better than him through

trickery

and he meant me no harm

they sailed well

and the old man soaked his hands in the

salt water and tried to keep his head

clear

there were high cumulus clouds and

enough cirrus above them so that the old

man knew the breeze would last all night

the old man looked at the fish

constantly to make sure it was true

it was an hour

before the first shark hid him

the shark was not an accident

he had come up from deep down in the

water as the dark cloud of blood had

settled and dispersed in the mild deep

sea

he had come up so fast and absolutely

without caution that he broke the

surface of the blue water and was in the

sun

then he fell back into the sea and

picked up the scent and started swimming

on the course the skiff and the fish had

taken

sometimes he lost the scent

but he would pick it up again or have

just a trace of it and he swam fast and

hard on the course

he was a very big mako shark built to

swim as fast as the fastest fish in the

sea and everything about him was

beautiful except his jaws

his back was as blue as a swordfish’s

and his belly was silver and his hide

was smooth and handsome

he was built as a swordfish except for

his huge jaws which were tight shut now

as he swam fast just under the surface

with his high dorsal fin knifing through

the water without wavering

inside the closed double lip of his jaws

all of his eight rows of teeth were

slanted inwards

they were not the ordinary

pyramid-shaped teeth of most sharks

they were shaped like a man’s fingers

when they are crisped like claws

they were nearly as long as the fingers

of the old man and they had razor sharp

cutting edges on both sides

this was a fish built to feed on all the

fishes in the sea that were so fast and

strong and well armed that they had no

other enemy

now he speeded up as he smelled the

fresher scent and his blue dorsal fin

cut the water

when the old man saw him coming he knew

that this was a shark that had no fear

at all and would do exactly what he

wished

he prepared the harpoon and made the

rope fast while he watched the shark

come on

the rope was short

as it lacked what he had cut away to

lash the fish

the old man’s head was clear and good

now and he was full of resolution

but he had little hope

it was too good to last

he thought

he took one look at the great fish as he

watched the shark close in

it might as well have been a dream

he thought

i cannot keep him from hitting me but

maybe i can get him

then too so

he thought

bad luck to your mother

the shark closed fast a stern and when

he hit the fish the old man saw his

mouth open and his strange eyes and the

clicking chop of the teeth as he drove

forward in the meat just above the tail

the shark’s head was out of water and

his back was coming out and the old man

could hear the noise of skin and flesh

ripping on the big fish when he rammed

the harpoon down onto the shark’s head

at a spot where the line between his

eyes intersected with the line that ran

straight back from his nose

there were no such lines there was only

the heavy sharp blue head and the big

eyes and the clicking thrusting all

swallowing jaws

but that was the location of the brain

and the old man hid it

he hit it with his blood mushed hands

driving a good harpoon with all his

strength

he hid it without hope but with

resolution

and

malignancy the shark swung over

and the old man saw his eye was not

alive

and then he swung over once again

wrapping himself in two loops of the

rope

the old man knew that he was dead but

the shark would not accept it

then on his back with his tail lashing

and his jaws clicking the shark plowed

over the water as a speedboat does

the water was white where his tail beat

it and three quarters of his body was

clear above the water when the rope came

taut shivered and then snapped

the shark lay quietly for a little while

on the surface

and the old man watched him

then he went down

very slowly

he took about 40 pounds

the old man said aloud

he took my harpoon too and all the rope

he thought and now my fish bleeds again

and there will be others

he did not like to look at the fish

anymore since he had been mutilated

when the fish had been hit it was as

though he himself were hit

but i killed the shark that hit my fish

he thought

and he was the biggest deducer i have

ever seen and god knows that i have seen

big ones

it was too good to last

he thought

i wish it had been a dream now and that

i had never hooked the fish and was

alone in bed on the newspapers

but man is not made for defeat

he said

a man can be destroyed but not defeated

i am sorry that i killed the fish though

he thought

now the bad time is coming and i do not

even have the harpoon

then do so as cruel and able and strong

and intelligent

but i was more intelligent than he was

perhaps not

he thought perhaps i was only better

armed

don’t think old man

he said aloud

sail on this course and take it when it

comes

but i must think

he thought

because it is all i have left

that and baseball

i wonder how the great dimaggia would

have liked the way i hid him on the

brain

it was no great thing

he thought

any man could do it

but do you think my hands were as great

a handicap as the bone spurs

i cannot know

i never had anything wrong with my heel

except the time the stingray stung it

when i stepped on him when swimming and

paralyzed the lower leg and made the

unbearable pain

think about something cheerful old man

he said

every minute now you are closer to home

you say a lighter for the loss of 40

pounds

he knew quite well the pattern of what

could happen when he reached the inner

part of the current

but there was nothing to be done now

yes there is

he said aloud

i can lash my knife to the butt of one

of the oars

so he did that with the tiller under his

arm and the sheet of the sail under his

foot

now

he said

i am still an old man but i am not

unarmed

the breeze was fresh now and he sailed

on well

he watched only the forward part of the

fish and some of his hope returned

it is silly not to hope he thought

besides i believe it is a sin

do not think about sin

he thought there are enough problems now

without sin

also i have no understanding of it

i have no understanding of it and i am

not sure that i believe in it

perhaps it was a sin to kill the fish

i suppose it was

even though i did it to keep me alive

and feed many people

but then everything is a sin

do not think about sin

it is much too late for that and there

are people who are paid to do it let

them think about it you were born to be

a fisherman as the fish was born to be a

fish

san pedro was a fisherman as was the

father of the great dimaggio

but he liked to think about all things

that he was involved in

and since there was nothing to read and

he did not have a radio he thought much

and he kept on thinking about sin

you did not kill the fish only to keep

alive and to sell for food he thought

you killed 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 kill

him

or is it more

you think too much old man

he said aloud

but you enjoyed killing the dentuso

he thought

he lives on the live fish as you do

he is not a scavenger nor just a moving

appetite as some sharks are he is

beautiful and noble and knows no fear of

anything

i killed him in self-defense

the old man said aloud

and i killed him well

besides he thought everything kills

everything else in some way

fishing kills me exactly as it keeps me

alive

the boy keeps me alive

he thought i must not deceive myself too

much

he leaned over the side and pulled loose

a piece of the meat of the fish where

the shark had cut him

he chewed it and noted its quality and

its good taste

it was firm and juicy like meat but it

was not red

there was no stringiness in it and he

knew that it would bring the highest

price in the market

but there was no way to keep its scent

out of the water and the old man knew

that a very bad time was coming

the breeze was steady

made it backed a little further into the

northeast and he knew that meant it

would not fall off

the old man looked ahead of him but he

could see no sails nor could he see the

hull nor the smoke of any ship

there were only the flying fish that

went up from his bow sailing away to

either side and the yellow patches of

gulf weed

he could not even see a bird

he had sailed for two hours resting in

the stern and sometimes chewing a bit of

the meat from the marlin trying to rest

and to be strong

when he saw the first of the two sharks

i

he said aloud

there is no translation for this word

and perhaps it is just a noise such as a

man might make involuntarily

feeling the nail go through his hands

and into the wood

galanos

he said aloud

he had seen the second fin now coming up

behind the first and had identified them

as shovel-nosed sharks by the brown

triangular fin and the sweeping

movements of the tail

they had the scent and were excited and

in the stupidity of their great hunger

they were losing and finding the scent

in their excitement

but they were closing all the time

the old man made the sheet fast and

jammed the tiller then he took up the

oar with a knife lashed to it

he lifted it as lightly as he could

because his hands rebelled at the pain

then he opened and closed them on it

lightly to loosen them

he closed them firmly so they would take

the pain now and would not flinch and

watch the sharks come

he could see their wide flattened

shovel-pointed heads now and their

white-tipped wide pectoral fins

they were hateful sharks bad smelling

scavengers as well as killers and when

they were hungry they would bite at an

oar or the rudder of a boat

it was these sharks that would cut the

turtles legs and flippers off when the

turtles were asleep on the surface and

they would hit a man in the water if

they were hungry even if the man had no

smell of fish blood nor of fish slime on

him

i

the old man said galanos come on galanos

they came

but they did not come as the mako had

come

one turned and went out of sight under

the skiff and the old man could feel the

skiff shake as he jerked and pulled on

the fish

the other watched the old man with his

slitted yellow eyes and then came in

fast with his half circle of jaws wide

to hit the fish where he had already

been bitten

the line showed clearly on the top of

his brown head and back where the brain

joined the spinal cord and the old man

drove the knife on the oar into the

juncture withdrew it and drove it in

again into the shark’s yellow cat-like

eyes

the shark let go of the fish and slid

down

swallowing what he had taken as he died

the skiff was still shaking with the

destruction the other shark was doing to

the fish and the old man let go the

sheet so that the skiff would swing

broadside and bring the shark out from

under

when he saw the shark he leaned over the

side and punched at him

he hit only meat and the hide was set

hard and he barely got the knife in

the blow hurt not only his hands but his

shoulder too

but the shark came up fast with his head

out and the old man hid him squarely in

the center of his flat topped head as

his nose came out of water and lay

against the fish

the old man withdrew the blade and

punched the shark exactly in the same

spot again

he still hung to the fish with his jaws

hooked and the old man stabbed him in

his left eye

the shark still hung there

no

the old man said and he drove the blade

between the vertebrae and the brain

it was an easy shot now and he felt the

cartilage sever

the old man reversed the ore and put the

blade between the shark’s jaws to open

them he twisted the blade and as the

shark slid loose he said

go on galano

slide down a mile deep

go see your friend

or maybe it’s your mother

the old man wiped the blade of his knife

and laid down the ore

then he found the sheet and the sail

filled

and he brought the skiff onto her course

they must have taken a quarter of him

and of the best meat

he said aloud

i wish it were a dream

and that i had never hooked him

i’m sorry about it fish

it makes everything wrong

he stopped

and he did not want to look at the fish

now

drained of blood and a wash he looked

the color of the silver backing of a

mirror and his stripes still showed

i shouldn’t have gone so far out fish

he said neither for you nor for me

i’m sorry fish

now

he said to himself

look to the lashing on the knife and see

if it has been cut

then get your hand in order because

there still is more to come

i wish i had a stone for the knife

the old man said after he had checked

the lashing on the orb

i should have brought a stone

you should have brought many things he

thought but you did not bring them old

man now is no time to think of what you

do not have think of what you can do

with what there is

you give me much good counsel

he said aloud

i’m tired of it

he held the tiller under his arm and

soaked both his hands in the water as

the skiff drove forward

god knows how much that last one took

he said

but she’s much lighter now

he did not want to think of the

mutilated underside of the fish

he knew that each of the jerking bumps

of the shark had been meat torn away and

that the fish now made a trail for all

sharks as wide as a highway through the

sea

he was a fish to keep a man all winter

he thought

don’t think of that

just rest and try to get your hands in

shape to defend what is left of him

the blood smell from my hands means

nothing now with all that scent in the

water besides they do not bleed much

there is nothing cut that means anything

the bleeding may keep the left from

cramping

what can i think of now

he

thought

nothing

i must think of nothing

and wait for the next ones

i wish it had really been a dream

he thought

but who knows

it might have turned out well

the next shark that came was a single

shovel nose

he came like a pig to the trough if a

pig had a mouth so wide that you could

put your head in it

the old man let him hit the fish and

then drove the knife on the oar down

into his brain

but the shark jerked backwards as he

rolled

and the knife blade snapped

the old man settled himself to steer

he did not even watch the big shark

sinking slowly in the water showing

first life-size then small

then tiny

that always fascinated the old man

but he did not even watch it now

i have the gaffe now

he said but it will do no good

i have the two oars and the tiller and

the short club

now they have beaten me

he thought

i am too old to club sharks to death

but i will try it

as long as i have the oars and the short

club and the tiller

he put his hands in the water again to

soak them

it was getting late in the afternoon and

he saw nothing but the sea and the sky

there was more wind in the sky than

there had been and soon he hoped that he

would see land

you’re tired old man

he said you’re tired inside

the sharks did not hit him again until

just before sunset

the old man saw the brown fins coming

along the wide trail the fish must make

in the water

they were not even quartering on the

scent they were headed straight for the

skiff swimming side by side

he jammed the tiller made the sheet fast

and reached under the stern for the club

it was an ore handle from a broken ore

sawed off to about two and a half feet

in length

he could only use it effectively with

one hand because of the grip of the

handle and he took good hold of it with

his right hand flexing his hand on it as

he watched the sharks come

they were both galanos

i must let the first one get a good hold

and hit him on the point of the nose or

straight across the top of the head he

thought

the two sharks closed together

and as he saw the one nearest him open

his jaws and sink them into the silver

side of the fish he raised the club high

and brought it down heavy and slamming

onto the top of the shark’s broad head

he felt the rubbery solidity as the club

came down

but he felt the rigidity of bone too and

he struck the shark once more hard

across the point of the nose as he slid

down from the fish

the other shark had been in and out and

now came in again with his jaws wide

the old man could see pieces of the meat

of the fish spilling white from the

corner of his jaws as he bumped the fish

and closed his jaws

he swung at him and hid only the head

and the shark looked at him and wrenched

the meat loose

the old man swung the club down on him

again as he slipped away to swallow and

hid only the heavy solid rubberiness

come on galano the old man said come in

again

the shark came in a rush and the old man

hit him as he shut his jaws

he hit him solidly and from as high up

as he could raise the club

this time he felt the bone at the base

of the brain and he hit him again in the

same place while the shark tore the meat

loose sluggishly and slid down from the

fish

the old man watched for him to come

again but neither shark showed

then he saw one on the surface swimming

in circles

he did not see the fin of the other

i could not expect to kill them

you thought

i could have in my time

but i have hurt them both badly

and neither one can feel very

good if i could have used a bat with two

hands i could have killed the first one

surely

even now

he thought

he did not want to look at the fish

he knew that half of him had been

destroyed

the sun had gone down while he had been

in the fight with the sharks

it will be dark soon

he said

then i should see the glow of havana

if i am too far to the eastward i will

see the lights of one of the new beaches

i cannot be too far out now

he thought

i hope no one has been too worried

there is only the boy to worry of course

but i am sure he would have confidence

many of the older fishermen will worry

many others too

he thought

i live in a good town

he could not talk to the fish anymore

because the fish had been ruined too

badly

then something came into his head

half fish

he said

fish that you were

i am sorry that i went too far out

i ruined us both

but we have killed many sharks

you and i

and ruined many others

how many did you ever kill old fish

you do not have that spear on your head

for nothing

he liked to think of the fish and what

he could do to a shark if he was

swimming free

i should have chopped the bill off to

fight them with he thought but there was

no hatchet and then there was no knife

but if i had and could have lashed it to

an orb what a weapon

then we might have fought them together

what will you do now if they come in the

night

what can you do

fight them

he said i’ll fight them until i die

but in the dark now

and no glow showing and no lights and

only the wind and the steady pull of the

sail he felt that perhaps he was already

dead

he put his two hands together and felt

the palms

they were not dead

and he could bring the pain of life by

simply opening and closing them

he leaned his back against the stern and

knew he was not dead his shoulders told

him

i have all those prayers i promised if i

caught the fish

he thought

but i am too tired to say them now

i better get the sack and put it over my

shoulders

he lay in the stern and steered

and watched for the glow to come in the

sky

i have half of him he thought

maybe i’ll have the luck to bring the

forward half in

i should have some luck

no

he said

you violated your luck when you went too

far outside

don’t be silly

he said aloud

and keep awake and steer you may have

much luck yet

i’d like to buy some if there’s any

place they sell it he said

what can i buy it with

he asked himself could i buy it with a

lost harpoon and a broken knife and two

bad hands

you might

he said you tried to buy it with 84 days

at sea they nearly sold it to you too

i must not think nonsense he thought

luck is a thing that comes in many forms

and who can recognize her

i would take some though in any form and

pay what they asked

i wish i could see the glow from the

lights

he thought

i wish too many things but that is the

thing i wish for

[Music]

now he tried to settle more comfortably

to steer and from his pain he knew he

was not dead

he saw the reflected glare of the lights

of the city yet what must have been

around 10 o’clock at night

they were only perceptible at first as

the light is in the sky before the moon

rises

then they were steady to see across the

ocean which was rough now with the

increasing breeze

he steered inside of the glow and he

thought that now soon he must hit the

edge of the stream

now it is over

he thought

they will probably hit me again

but what can a man do against them in

the dark without a weapon

he was stiff and sore now and his wounds

and all of the strained parts of his

body hurt with the cold of the night

i hope i do not have to fight again

he thought

i hope so much i do not have to fight

again

but by midnight he fought

and this time he knew the fight was

useless

they came in a pack

and he could only see the lines and the

water that their fins made and their

phosphorescence as they threw themselves

on the fish

he clubbed at heads and heard the jaws

chop and the shaking of the skiff as

they took hold below

he clubbed desperately at what he could

only feel and hear and he felt something

seized the club and it was gone

he jerked the tiller free from the

rudder and beat and chopped with it

holding it in both hands and driving it

down again and again

but they were up to the bow now and

driving in one after the other and

together tearing off the pieces of meat

that showed glowing below the sea as

they turned to come once more

one came finally against the head itself

and he knew that it was over

he swung the tiller across the shark’s

head where the jaws were caught in the

heaviness of the fish’s head which would

not tear he swung it once and twice

and again

he heard the tiller break and he lunged

at the shark with the splintered butt

he felt it go in and knowing it was

sharp he drove it in again

the shark let go and rolled away

that was the last shark of the pack that

came

there was nothing more for them to eat

the old man could hardly breathe now

and he felt a strange taste in his mouth

it was coppery and sweet and he was

afraid of it for a moment

but there was not much of it

he spat into the ocean and said eat that

galanos

and make a dream you’ve killed a man

he knew he was beaten now finally and

without remedy and he went back to the

stern and found the jagged end of the

tiller would fit in the slot of the

rudder well enough for him to steer

he settled the sack around his shoulders

and put the skiff on her course

he sailed lightly now and he had no

thoughts or any feelings of any kind

he was past everything now

and he sailed the skiff to make his home

port as well and as intelligently as he

could

in the night

sharks hit the carcass as someone might

pick up crumbs from the table

the old man paid no attention to them

and did not pay any attention to

anything except steering

he only noticed how lightly and how well

the skiff sailed now there was no great

weight beside her

she’s good

he thought

she is sound and not harmed in any way

except for the tiller that is easily

replaced

he could feel he was inside the current

now and he could see the lights of the

beach colonies along the shore

he knew where he was now and it was

nothing to get home

the wind is our friend anyway

he thought

then he added

sometimes

and the great sea with our friends and

our enemies

and bed

he thought bed is my friend

just bed

he thought bed will be a great thing

it is easy when you are beaten he

thought i never knew how easy it was

and what beat you

he thought

nothing

he said aloud

i went out too far

when he sailed into the little harbor

the lights of the terrorists were out

and he knew everyone was in bed

the breeze had risen steadily and was

blowing strongly now

it was quiet in the harbor though and he

sailed up onto the little patch of

shingle below the rocks

there was no one to help him so he

pulled the boat up as far as he could

then he stepped out and made her fast a

rock

he unstepped the mast and furled the

sail and tied it

then he shouldered the mast and started

to climb

it was then he knew the depth of his

tiredness

he stopped for a moment

and looked back

and saw in the reflection from the

streetlight the great tale of the fish

standing up well behind the skiff’s

stern

he saw the white naked line of his

backbone and the dark mass of the head

with the projecting bill and all the

nakedness between

he started to climb again

and at the top he fell

and lay for some time with the mast

across his shoulder

he tried to get up

but it was too difficult

and he sat there with the mast on his

shoulder and looked at the road

a cat passed on the far side going about

its business and the old man watched it

then he just watched the road

finally he put the mask down and stood

up

he picked the mast up and put it on his

shoulder and started up the road

he had to sit down five times before he

reached his shack

inside the shack he leaned the mast

against the wall

in the dark he found a water bottle and

took a drink

then he lay down on the bed

he pulled the blanket over his shoulders

and then over his back and legs

and he slept face down on the newspapers

with his arms out straight and the palms

of his hands up

he was asleep

when the boy looked in the door in the

morning

it was blowing so hard that the drifting

boats would not be going out and the boy

had slept late and then come to the old

man’s shack as he had come each morning

the boys saw that the old man was

breathing and then he saw the old man’s

hands

and he started to cry

he went out very quietly to go to bring

some coffee

and all the way down the road he was

crying

many fishermen were around the skiff

looking at what was lashed beside it and

one was in the water his trousers rolled

up measuring the skeleton with a length

of line

the boy did not go down

he had been there before and one of the

fishermen was looking after the skiff

for him

how is he

one of the fishermen shouted

sleeping the boy called

he did not care that they saw him crying

let no one disturb him

he was 18 feet from nose to tail

the fisherman who was measuring him

called

i believe it

the boy said

he went into the terrace and asked for a

can of coffee

hot and with plenty of milk and sugar in

it

anything more

no afterwards i will see what he can eat

what a fish it was the proprietor said

there has never been such a fish

those were two fine fish you took

yesterday too

damn my fish

the boy said and he started to cry again

do you want a drink of any kind the

proprietor asked

no

the boy said

tell them not to bother santiago i’ll be

back

tell him how sorry i am thanks the boy

said

the boy carried the hot can of coffee up

to the old man’s shack and sat by him

until he woke

once it looked as though he were waking

but he had gone back into heavy sleep

and the boy had gone across the road to

borrow some wood to heat the coffee

finally the old man woke

don’t sit up the boy said drink this

he poured some of the coffee in a glass

the old man took it and drank it

they beat me manolin

he said they truly beat me

he didn’t beat you

not the fish

no

truly

it was afterwards

pedrico is looking after the skiff and

the gear

what do you want done with the head

let pedrico chop it up to using fish

traps

and the

spear you keep it if you want it

i want it the boy said

now we must make our plans about the

other things

did they search for me

of course

with coast guard and with planes

the ocean is very big

and a skiff is small and hard to see

the old man said

he noticed how pleasant it was to have

someone to talk to instead of speaking

only to himself and to the sea

i missed you

he said

what did you catch

one the first day

on the second and to the third

very good

now we fish together again

oh

i am not lucky

i am not lucky anymore

the hell with luck the boy said i’ll

bring the luck with me

what will your family say

i do not care

i caught two yesterday but we will fish

together now for i still have much to

learn

we must get a good killing lance and

always have it on board

you can make the blade from a spring

leaf from an old ford

we can grind it in guanabaqua

it should be sharp and not tempered so

it will break

my knife broke

i’ll get another knife and have the

spring ground

how many days of heavy breesa have we

maybe three

maybe more

i will have everything in order the boys

said

you get your hands well old man

i know how to care for them in the night

i spat something strange and felt

something in my chest was broken

get that well too

the boy said

lie down old man and i will bring you

your clean shirt

and something to eat

bring any of the papers of the time that

i was gone

the old man said

you must get well fast

for there is much that i can learn and

you can teach me everything

how much did you suffer

plenty

the old man said

i’ll bring the food and the papers the

boys said

rest well old man

i will bring stuff from the drugstore

for your hands

don’t forget to tell pedrico the head is

his

no

i will remember

as the boy went out the door and down

the worn coral rock road he was crying

again

that afternoon there was a party of

tourists at the terrace

and looking down in the water among the

empty beer cans and dead barracudas a

woman saw a great long white spine with

a huge tail at the end that lifted and

swung with the tide while the east wind

blew a heavy steady sea outside the

entrance to the harbour

what’s that

she asked a waiter and pointed to the

long backbone of the great fish that was

now just garbage waiting to go out with

the tide

the waiter said

ishaq

he was meaning to explain what had

happened

i didn’t know sharks had such handsome

beautifully formed tails

i didn’t either

her male companion said

up the road

in his shack the old man was sleeping

again

he was still sleeping on his face

and the boy was sitting by him watching

him

the old man was dreaming

about the lions

the end

[Music]

you

他是一个独自在渔场钓鱼的老人

小船在海湾溪流中，他已经走了

84天不吃鱼

在最初的 40 天里，一个男孩和一个男孩在一起

他，但在没有鱼的 40 天后

男孩的父母告诉他，老

男人现在绝对是最后是salaw

这是最坏的倒霉形式

这个男孩已经按照他们的命令去了

另一艘钓到三个好鱼的船

第一周钓鱼

男孩们看到老人很伤心

每天都带着他的小船来

他总是下去帮助他

携带盘绕线或

gaff 和 harpoon 和 风帆

围在桅杆周围

帆上贴满了花袋

卷起它看起来像国旗

永久失败

老人很瘦

背部有很深的皱纹

他的脖子

仁者的褐色斑点

太阳带来的皮肤癌

热带海的倒影在他身上

脸颊

斑点很好地沿着侧面

他的脸和他的手深

处理重鱼时留下的疤痕

在电线上

但这些伤疤都不是新鲜的

它们像侵蚀一样古老

无鱼沙漠

关于他的一切都是旧的

除了他的眼睛

它们和大海一样的颜色

并且是快乐和不败的

圣地亚哥

[音乐]

我想再和你一起去

我们有一些很好的收获

圣地亚哥男孩对他说，他们

从小船爬上岸边

被拖上来了，我可以再和你一起去

我们赚了一些钱

老人教小男孩钓鱼

男孩爱他

不

老人说

你有一艘幸运的船和他们在一起

但请记住你是如何度过 87 天的

没有鱼，然后我们钓到了大鱼

每天三周

我记得

老人说

我知道你没有离开我，因为你

怀疑

是爸爸让我离开的

我是个男孩，我必须服从他

我知道那位老人说这很

普通的

他没有多少信心

不

老人说

但我们有

我们不是吗

是的

男孩说

我可以在露台上给你一杯啤酒吗

然后我们会把东西带回家

为什么不

老人说

渔民之间

他们坐在露台上

许多渔民取笑

那个老人

他没有生气

其他年长的渔民看着

他很伤心

但他们没有表现出来

他们礼貌地谈到了

海流和他们漂过的深度

他们的台词和稳定的好

天气和他们所看到的

那个时代成功的渔民

已经在里面并且已经屠杀了他们的

马林鱼出来，把它们装满

两个人在两块木板上的长度

在每块木板的末端蹒跚而行

鱼屋

他们在哪里等冰车

把它们带到哈瓦那的市场

那些抓到鲨鱼的人

他们到另一边的鲨鱼工厂

他们被吊起的海湾的一侧

在一个街区和铲球上

他们的肝脏被切除了他们的鳍被切断了

他们的皮被剥了皮，他们的

肉切成条状腌制

当风在东方时，一股气味

从鲨鱼那里穿过海港

工厂

但今天只有微弱的边缘

气味因为风已经倒退

进入北方，然后下车

天气晴朗，阳光明媚

阳台

圣地亚哥

男孩说

是的

老人说

他端着酒杯想着

多年前

我可以出去给你买沙丁鱼吗

明天

不

去打棒球

我仍然可以滚动，罗杰里奥会扔

互联网

我很想去

如果我不能和你一起钓鱼，我愿意

以某种方式服务

你给我买了啤酒

老人说

你已经是男人了

你第一次带我进去的时候我几岁

一条船

五

我的时候你差点被杀

把鱼弄成绿色，他

差点把船撕成碎片

你记得我记得吗

尾巴拍打和敲打和

阻止破碎和噪音

泡吧

我记得你把我扔进

在湿盘绕线所在的地方鞠躬，

感觉整艘船都在颤抖

你像砍刀一样敲打他的声音

一棵树倒下，闻到甜美的血腥味

在我身上

你真的记得吗

还是我只是告诉你

我记得从我们第一次开始的一切

一起去了

老人用他的眼光看着他

被晒伤的自信充满爱意的眼睛

如果你是我的孩子，我会带你出去

赌

他说

但你是你的父亲和你的

妈妈们和你在一条幸运的船上

我可以拿沙丁鱼吗

我也知道在哪里可以买到四个诱饵

从今天开始，我还剩下我的，我把它们放了

盒子里的盐

让我拿四个新鲜的

一

老人说

他的希望和信心从未像现在这样

走了

但现在它们焕然一新，就像

微风起

二

男孩说

二

老人同意你没有偷他们

我会说男孩

但我买了这些

谢谢

老人说

他太简单了，不知道他什么时候有

谦虚

但他知道他已经达到了，他

知道这并不可耻

它并没有失去真正的自豪感

明天将是美好的一天

这个电流

他说

你要去哪里

男孩问

当风变时，远远进来

我想在天亮之前出去

我会尽量让他在很远的地方工作

男孩说

那么如果你钩住真正大的东西，我们

可以帮助你

他不喜欢工作太远

不

男孩说

但我会看到一些他看不到的东西

看到像鸟一样工作并让他

追着海豚出来

他的眼睛有那么差吗

他几乎失明

它很奇怪

老人说

他从不去乌龟

这就是杀死眼睛的原因

但你多年来一直在胡思乱想

蚊子海岸，你的眼睛很好

我是一个奇怪的老人

但你现在足够强大吗？

真正的大鱼

我认同

还有很多技巧

让我们把东西带回家

男孩说这样我就可以拿到投网了

去追沙丁鱼

他们从船上拾起装备

老人背着桅杆

肩膀和男孩背着木头

带有卷曲硬编织棕色的盒子

用它的鱼叉和鱼叉排列

轴

装有诱饵的盒子在下面

小船的船尾和俱乐部一起

那是用来制服大鱼的

当他们被带到旁边时

一个人会从老人那里偷东西

但最好是乘风帆

露水不好，沉重的线条回家

为他们

虽然他很确定没有本地人

人们会从他那里偷走老人

以为是鱼叉和鱼叉

乘船离开的不必要的诱惑

他们一起走在路上

老人的窝棚，穿过它的

开门

老人靠着桅杆

裹着的帆靠在墙上和

男孩把盒子和其他装备

在它旁边

桅杆几乎和那个一样长

小屋的房间

棚屋是用坚韧的芽做的

皇家棕榈的盾牌是

叫鸟粪

里面有一张床一张桌子

椅子

和一个在泥地上做饭的地方

用木炭

在扁平的棕色墙壁上

坚固纤维的重叠叶子

鸟粪有一张彩色的图片

耶稣的圣心

和另一个眼镜蛇处女

这些是他妻子的遗物

曾经有一张有色照片

墙上挂着他妻子的照片，但他拿走了

下来

因为这让他太孤单而看不到它

它在角落的架子上

在他干净的衬衫下

你要吃什么

男孩问

一锅鱼黄饭你好吗

想要一些

不，我会在家吃饭你要我吗

生火

不，我以后会做的

或者我可以吃冷饭

我可以拿投网吗

当然

没有撒网，男孩

记得他们卖的时候

但他们每次都通过这部小说

日

没有一锅黄米饭和鱼

男孩也知道这一点

85是一个幸运数字

老人说

你想看我带一个怎么样

在那穿着一千多

磅

我会得到投网然后去

沙丁鱼

你会坐在门口晒太阳吗

是的，我有昨天的报纸，我会的

读棒球

男孩不知道昨天的

纸也是虚构的

但老人把它从

在床下

衬裙在酒窖给我的

他解释说

当我有沙丁鱼时我会回来的

我会把你的和我的一起放在冰上

我们可以在早上分享它们

我回来的时候你可以告诉我

棒球

洋基队不能输

但我担心克利夫兰的印第安人有

我儿子对洋基队的信心

伟大的 dimaggio

我害怕底特律的猛虎和

克利夫兰的印第安人

小心点，否则你甚至会害怕

辛辛那提红人队和白袜队

芝加哥

你研究它然后告诉我我什么时候来

背部

你认为我们应该买一个终端吗

85分的彩票

明天是第85天

我们可以做到，男孩说

但是你伟大的 87 个呢？

记录

它不可能发生两次

你觉得你能找到一个85

我可以点一份

一张两美元半的纸

我们可以向谁借

这很容易，我总是可以借两个

美元半

或者我想也许我也可以

但我尽量不借

先借再求

给老人取暖

男孩说记住我们在九月

大鱼来的月份

老人说

任何人都可以在五月成为渔夫

我现在去吃沙丁鱼

男孩说

当男孩回来时，老人是

在椅子上睡着了，太阳下山了

男孩脱掉了旧军毯

把床铺在后面

椅子和老人的

肩膀

他们是奇怪的肩膀

虽然很老，但仍然很强大

脖子还是很结实的

折痕没有表现出这么多时

老人在他的头上睡着了

向前

他的衬衫已经修补了很多次

它就像风帆和

补丁褪色到许多不同的

阳光下的阴影

老人的头虽然很老

他闭上眼睛没有

生活在他的脸上

报纸放在他的膝盖上

他手臂的重量把它固定在那里

在晚风中

他赤脚

男孩把他留在那里，他来的时候

回来了，老人还在睡觉

叫醒老人，男孩说，把他的

手放在老人的一个膝盖上

老人睁开眼睛，一

他从很久很久以前回来的那一刻

遥不可及

然后他

笑了笑你有什么

他问

晚饭说我们要吃的那个男孩

晚餐

我不是很饿

来吧，吃你不能钓鱼，不能

吃

我有

老头子说起来拿

报纸和折叠它

然后他开始叠毯子

男孩说，把毯子裹在你身上

我在的时候你不会不吃东西就钓鱼

活

然后活得久，照顾

你自己

老人说我们吃什么

黑豆和米饭炒香蕉和

一些炖菜

男孩把他们带到了一个两层的

露台上的金属容器

两套刀叉和

勺子放在他的口袋里，还有一张纸

餐巾纸包裹在每套

谁给了你这个

马丁老板我必须感谢他我

已经谢谢他了 男孩说你

不用谢他我就给他

一条大鱼的肚皮

老人说他为我们做了这件事吗

不止一次

我认同

我必须给他一些比

肚皮肉那么他很体贴

为了我们

他送了两杯啤酒

我最喜欢罐装啤酒

我知道

但这是瓶装啤酒，我

收回瓶子

老人说你真好

我们应该吃吗

我一直要求你

男孩轻轻地告诉他

我不想打开容器

直到你准备好

我现在准备好了

老人说

我只需要时间洗

你在哪里洗的男孩想

村里的供水是两条街道

在路上

我必须给他喝水，男孩

思想、肥皂和一条好毛巾

为什么我这么无脑

我必须给他买另一件衬衫和一件

冬天的夹克和某种

另一条毯子里的鞋子

老人说你的炖菜很好吃

告诉我关于棒球的事

男孩问他

在美国联盟中是洋基队

正如我所说，老人高兴地说

他们今天输了，男孩告诉他

不好的意思是伟大的dimaggio是什么

又是自己

他们队里还有其他人

自然，但他有所作为

在布鲁克林和

费城我必须去布鲁克林，但是

然后我想到了迪克西斯勒和那些

在旧公园开车很棒

从来没有像他们这样的

这是我见过的最长的球

你还记得他以前是什么时候来的吗？

露台

我想带他去钓鱼，但我是

太胆小不敢问他，我让你问

问他你太胆小了

我知道

这是一个很大的错误

你可能和我们一起去了

那么我们所有的人都会拥有它

生活

我想参加伟大的 dimaggio

钓鱼

那个老人

他们说他父亲是渔夫

也许他和我们一样穷，而且会

理解

伟大的嘶嘶声的父亲从不贫穷

他父亲在大

他在我这个年纪时的联赛

当我在你这个年纪的时候

桅杆在一艘方形操纵的船上，它跑到

非洲和我见过狮子

傍晚的海滩

我知道你告诉我

我们应该谈论非洲还是

棒球

棒球，我想男孩说

告诉我伟大的约翰·j·麦格劳他

霍萨为杰说

他过去有时会来露台

以前也是，但他很粗鲁

当他说话严厉和困难时

喝

他的心思在马和

棒球

至少他在

一直在他的口袋里，经常

说出了马的名字

电话

男孩说他是个很棒的经理

我父亲认为他是最伟大的

因为他来这里的次数最多

老人说如果deroser继续

每年你父亲都会来这里

认为他是最伟大的经理

谁是最伟大的经理真的很幸运

或迈克冈萨雷斯

我认为他们是平等的

最好的渔夫就是你

不

我更了解别人

凯瓦

男孩说

有很多优秀的渔夫和一些

伟大的

但只有你

谢谢你让我快乐

我希望没有鱼会这么大

他会证明我们错了

没有这样的鱼

如果你还像你说的那样坚强

我可能没有我想的那么坚强

老人说

但我知道很多技巧

我有决心

你现在应该去睡觉了

早上会很新鲜，我会吃

东西回到露台

那晚安了

我会在早上叫醒你

你是我的闹钟男孩说

年龄是我的闹钟

老人说老人为什么这么醒

多一天时间早吗

我不知道

男孩说

我只知道小男孩睡得很晚

并且很难

我记得那位老人说的

我会及时叫醒你

我不喜欢他醒来

虽然我自卑我知道

睡个好觉老人

男孩出去了，他们吃了没有

桌子上的灯，老人拿了

脱掉裤子，在房间里睡觉

黑暗的

他把裤子卷起来做了一个

把报纸放在里面的枕头

他把自己卷进毯子里

睡在其他旧报纸上

盖住床的弹簧

他没多久就睡着了

他小时候梦想过非洲

男孩和长长的金色沙滩和

白色的沙滩太白了，它们伤害了你

眼睛和高斗篷和伟大的

棕色山脉

他现在每个人都住在那个海岸

晚上，在他的梦里，他听到了

冲浪咆哮，看到当地的船来了

骑过它

他闻到甲板上的焦油和橡木味

当他睡着时，他闻到了

非洲

陆风给它带来了哀悼

通常当他闻到陆风时

他醒来穿好衣服去醒来

男孩，但今晚的气味

陆风来得很早，他知道

做梦还为时过早

梦见看到白色的山峰

从海中升起的岛屿，然后

他梦想着不同的港口和

加那利群岛的路基

他不再梦想暴风雨，也不再梦想

女性

也不是伟大的事件，也不是伟大的

钓鱼、打架、较量

也不是他的妻子

他现在只梦想地方

和海滩上的狮子

他们像黄昏中的小猫一样玩耍

他爱他们就像爱男孩一样

他从没想过这个男孩

他只是醒了

看着敞开的门望着月亮，

解开裤子穿上

他在棚屋外小便，然后

上路叫醒男孩

他因早晨的寒冷而发抖

但他知道他会因为温暖而颤抖

很快他就会划船

男孩所在的房子的门

生活被解锁，他打开它，

光着脚悄悄走进来

起初那个男孩睡在一张小床上

房间里，老人可以看到他

清楚地与从进来的光

垂死的月亮

他轻轻地抓住一只脚，握住

直到男孩醒来转身

看着他

老人点点头，男孩拿着他的

床边椅子上的裤子和

坐在床上拉着他们

老人出了门

男孩跟在他身后

他困了，老人把他的

胳膊搭在他的肩膀上说

我是

对不起凯瓦

男孩说

这是一个男人必须做的

他们沿着通往旧的道路

人的小屋

沿着道路和黑暗

赤脚男子正在搬运

他们的船桅

当他们到达老人的小屋时

男孩在

篮子、鱼叉、鱼钩和

老人带着卷起的桅杆

在他的肩膀上航行

你要咖啡吗

男孩问

我们会把装备放在船上，然后

来一些

他们喝炼乳罐装的咖啡

在一个清晨服务的地方

渔民

男孩问老人你睡得怎么样

他现在醒了，虽然

他仍然很难离开他的睡眠

很好的玛诺林

老人说

我今天有信心

我也是

男孩说

现在我必须得到你的沙丁鱼和我的

和你的新鲜诱饵

他自己带来了我们的装备

他从不希望任何人携带任何东西

我们不一样

老人说我让你搬东西

当你五岁的时候

我知道这男孩说

我马上就回来

再来一杯咖啡，我们在这里有信用

他赤脚走在珊瑚上

岩石到诱饵的冰屋

被存储

老人慢慢喝着咖啡

这就是他一整天所拥有的一切，他

知道他应该接受

很长一段时间以来，吃饭让他感到厌烦

他从不带午餐

他在船头有一瓶水

小船，这就是他所需要的

那天

现在男孩带着沙丁鱼回来了

和用报纸包着的两个诱饵

他们沿着小路走到

小船感觉下面的鹅卵石沙子

他们的脚抬起小船滑了下来

她下水

祝老人好运

老头说祝你好运

他装上了桨的绳索

到通孔销上并向前倾斜

对抗叶片的推力

水他开始划出海港

在黑暗中

还有其他的船

出海海滩和老人

听到他们桨的倾斜和推动

即使他现在看不到他们

月亮在山下

有时有人会在船上说话

但大多数船都沉默了，除了

为了矿石的倾角，它们散开

在他们从嘴里出来之后

港口和每个人前往的部分

他希望找到鱼的海洋

老人知道他要去远方

他把大地的气味留在身后

早早骑马出去

早晨的海洋气味

他看到了海湾的磷光

当他骑马越过水面时，水中的杂草

海洋的一部分，渔民

叫大井，因为有

700 英寻的突然深处

各种各样的鱼聚集在一起，因为

旋转逆着陡峭的水流

海底的墙壁

这里有很多虾

和诱饵鱼，有时鱼群

鱿鱼在最深的洞里，这些

晚上升到靠近地表的地方

所有以它们为食的流浪鱼

在黑暗中，老人能感觉到

早晨来临

当他骑马时，他听到了颤抖的声音

飞鱼离开水面的声音

他们僵硬的翅膀发出的嘶嘶声

当他们在黑暗中翱翔

他非常喜欢飞鱼，因为他们

是他在海上的主要朋友

他特别为鸟儿感到难过

微妙的黑暗转折

总是飞来飞去，几乎

从来没有找到，他认为鸟

生活比我们艰难

除了强盗鸟和

重的强者

为什么他们把鸟弄得如此娇嫩

就像那些大海吞没

海洋可以如此残酷

她很善良，很漂亮，但她

可以这么残忍

它来得如此突然，如此鸟儿

用它们的飞行浸渍和狩猎

悲伤的小声音太微妙了

为海

他一直认为大海是拉马尔

人们用西班牙语叫她

当他们爱她时

有时爱她的人说坏话

她的事情，但他们总是说

虽然她是个女人

一些年轻的渔民

使用浮标作为他们的线的浮标和

鲨鱼的时候买了摩托艇

肝脏带来了很多钱

她是男性的埃尔玛

他们说她是参赛者或

地方甚至敌人

但老人一直认为她是

女性的

并且作为给予或拒绝的东西

大恩惠

如果她做了疯狂或邪恶的事情

是因为她帮不了他​​们

月亮对她的影响就像它对一个女人一样

他以为

他在稳步划船，但没有

为他努力，因为他保持在良好的范围内

他的速度和海面

除了偶尔

电流的漩涡

他让电流做三分之一

工作

当天开始变亮时，他看到了他

已经比他更远了

希望在这个时间

我在深井里工作了一个星期

什么都没做

今天我会弄清楚学校在哪里

benito 和 albacore 可能在那儿

和他们在一起会很重要

在天还没亮之前，他有他的

诱饵和漂流

当前的

一个诱饵第二个下降了 40 英寻

75岁，第三和第四是

在 100 和 125 的蓝色水中

深不可测

每个诱饵都用柄头朝下

诱饵鱼内的钩子系在一起

并缝合坚固和所有突出的

钩子的一部分曲线和点

覆盖着新鲜的沙丁鱼

每条沙丁鱼都上钩了

眼睛，所以他们做了一个半花环

突出的钢没有部分

一条大鱼能感觉到的钩子

这不是甜的气味和好的

品尝

男孩给了他两个新鲜的小

挂在两者上的金枪鱼或长鳍金枪鱼

最深的线像直线下降和

其他人他有一个大蓝色跑步者和一个

以前使用过的黄色插孔

但他们仍然处于良好状态

并有优秀的沙丁鱼给

他们的气味和吸引力

每条线都粗得像一个大

铅笔被套在一个绿色的树汁上

坚持，使任何拉或触摸

诱饵会使棍子浸入

每条线有两个 40 英寻的线圈

可以快速连接到另一个

备用线圈，以便在必要时

一条鱼可以带出300多英寻

线的

现在这个人看着三个人的倾角

贴在小艇的一侧，并且

轻轻骑行以保持直线向上

向下并在适当的深度

它很轻，现在任何时候

太阳会升起

太阳从海面微微升起，

老人可以看到其他船低

水和井向岸边

散布在当前

然后太阳更亮了，眩光

来到水面，然后随着它上升

清除平坦的大海将它送回他的

眼睛疼得厉害，他骑着马

没有调查

他低头看着水

看着笔直的线条

潜入他保留的黑暗水域

他们比任何人都更直

在黑暗的每一层

流会有一个诱饵在等待

正是他希望它在任何地方

在那里游泳的鱼

其他人让他们随波逐流

有时他们在六十英寻

当渔民们认为他们在

一百

但

他以为我会精确地保存它们

只有我没有运气了

但谁知道也许今天的每一天都是

新的一天

最好是幸运

但我宁愿准确

好运来了 你准备好了

现在太阳高了两个小时，而且

看他的眼睛没那么痛

进入东方

现在只能看到三艘船

他们表现得非常低和远

在我的一生中，早日的太阳伤害了我

他想的眼睛

但他们仍然很好

晚上我可以直视

它没有得到黑暗

晚上也更有力

但是早上起来很痛

就在这时，他看到了一只战鸟与

他长长的黑色翅膀在天空中盘旋

在他前面

他斜着身子快速下降

他的背掠过翅膀然后盘旋

再次

他有老人说的话

大声说他不只是在看

缓慢而稳定地向着哪里

那只鸟在盘旋，他并不着急

他保持他的线条笔直向上

向下

但他有点挤了水流

他仍然在正确钓鱼

虽然比他钓鱼的要快

如果他不想使用这只鸟

那只鸟在空中飞得更高，

一动不动地再次盘旋着他的翅膀

然后他突然俯冲下来，老人

看到一条飞鱼从水里喷出来

拼命地在水面上航行

海豚

老人大声说

大海豚

他运了他的桨，带了一个小

从弓下划线

它有一个导线和一个中型

钩子，他用其中一个诱饵

沙丁鱼

他让它越过一边，然后

然后它固定在船尾的环形螺栓上

他引诱另一条线并离开了它

盘绕在船头的阴影中

他又开始划船看

工作的长翅黑鸟

现在低过水面

当他看着那只鸟再次下沉时

为了俯冲而倾斜他的翅膀，然后

疯狂而无效地摆动它们

当他跟着飞鱼

老人可以看到轻微的凸起

在大海豚饲养的水中

当他们跟着逃跑的鱼

海豚正在穿过

鱼的飞行下方的水和

会在水中高速行驶

当鱼掉下来的时候

他认为这是一所大型海豚学校

它们分布广泛，飞鱼

几乎没有机会

小鸟没有机会飞鱼

对他来说太大了，他们走得太快了

他看着飞鱼爆发

一次又一次而无效

鸟的动作

那所学校已经离我而去，他

以为他们搬出去太快了

太远

但也许我会捡到一只流浪

也许我的大鱼就在他们身边

我的大鱼一定在某个地方

大地上空的云现在像

山脉和海岸只有很长

绿线与灰蓝色的山丘

背后

水是深蓝色的，现在如此黑暗

它几乎是紫色的

当他向下看时，他看到了红色

在黑暗中筛选浮游生物

水和太阳发出的奇异光

现在

他看着他的台词看他们走

直接下到看不见的地方

水，他很高兴看到这么多

浮游生物，因为它意味着鱼

太阳发出的奇异光芒

水现在太阳更高意味着

天气很好，形状也很好

大地上空的云

但这只鸟现在几乎看不见了

并且表面上什么也没有显示

水，但有一些黄色

阳光漂白的马尾藻和

紫色 正式 虹彩 凝胶状

葡萄牙人的膀胱

漂浮在它转身的船旁边

在它的一边，然后纠正自己

它像泡沫一样欢快地漂浮着

它长而致命的紫色细丝

在它后面一码

水阿瓜马拉

男人说你是婊子

从他轻轻摆动的地方

他低头看向水中的桨

看到那些颜色像的小鱼

拖曳的细丝在它们之间游动

他们和小树荫下

漂浮时产生的气泡

他们对它的毒免疫

但男人不是

当一些细丝会

抓住一条线，在那里休息，黏糊糊的

紫色的，而老人正在工作

他身上会有伤和疮的鱼

他的手臂和手是那种

毒藤或毒橡树可以给但

这些来自 aguamala 的毒药来了

快速地像鞭打一样打击

彩虹色的泡泡很漂亮

但它们是世界上最虚假的东西

海和老人爱看大

海龟吃它们

海龟们看到他们从

前面然后闭上眼睛，所以他们

完全被甲壳吃掉了

细丝和所有

老人喜欢看乌龟吃东西

他们，他喜欢在他们身上行走

暴风雨后的海滩，听到他们流行

当他用角质踩到他们

他的脚底

他喜欢绿海龟和鹰嘴

他们的优雅和速度以及他们的

物超所值，他有一个友好的

蔑视巨大的愚蠢的争执者

黄色的盔甲镀在奇怪的地方

他们做爱并愉快地吃着

葡萄牙甘露与他们的眼睛战争

关闭

他对海龟没有神秘主义

尽管他已经乘坐乌龟船

很多年

他为他们所有人感到难过

甚至那些像

长长的小船，称它为吨

大多数人对海龟无情

因为乌龟的心脏会跳动

在他被切开几个小时后

屠宰

但老人以为我有这样的

心也

我的脚和手和他们一样

他吃了白鸡蛋给自己

力量

他把它们全吃了，可能会变得强壮

在 9 月和 10 月真正

大鱼

他还喝了一杯鲨鱼肝油

每天从大鼓和小屋

许多渔民把他们的

齿轮

所有渔民都在那里

想要它大多数渔民讨厌的味道

但这并不比起床更糟糕

他们起床的时间非常

对所有感冒和抓地力都有好处，而且它

对眼睛有好处

现在老人抬起头，看到了

那只鸟又在盘旋了

他找到了鱼

他大声说

没有飞鱼出水面

没有散​​落的诱饵鱼

但是当老人看着一条小金枪鱼

在空中升起转身落下

一头扎进水里

金枪鱼在阳光下闪闪发光，

在他回到水中之后

一朵又一朵玫瑰，他们是

向四面八方跳跃搅动着

水和跳远之后

诱饵

他们在盘旋并驾驶它

如果他们不走得太快，我会得到

老人想着他们，他

看着学校在水里工作

白色和那只鸟现在掉下来

浸入诱饵鱼中

在他们的恐慌中被迫浮出水面

这只鸟是一个很大的帮助

老人说

就在这时，船尾线绷紧了

他的脚，他一直保持一个循环

划线，他放下桨，感觉

小金枪鱼的重量在颤抖

当他牢牢握住绳索时拉动

开始把它拖进来

当他拉进车里时，颤抖加剧了

他可以看到蓝色的背

鱼在水中和他的黄金

在他把他甩到一边之前

并入船

他躺在船尾晒太阳

和子弹形他的大笨蛋

双眼盯着他的生命

反对船的木板与

他整洁的快速颤抖的笔触

快速移动的尾巴

老人打他的头

仁慈地踢他的身体

在船尾的阴影下颤抖

长鳍金枪鱼

他大声说

你会做一个漂亮的诱饵

你会重10磅

他不记得第一次是什么时候

他在旁边时开始大声说话

自己

他一个人的时候唱过

昔日他曾在夜里歌唱

有时当他一个人转向时

他的手表在耳边或乌龟里

船

他可能已经开始大声说话了

当男孩离开时独自一人

但他不记得

当他和男孩一起钓鱼时，他们

通常只在必要时才说话

他们在晚上或当他们在

受恶劣天气影响的风暴

不说话被认为是一种美德

不必要地在海上，老人有

一直这么认为并尊重它

但现在他大声说出他的想法

因为没有人他们

会惹恼

如果其他人听到我大声说话

他们会认为我疯了

他大声说

但既然我不疯，我不在乎

富人有收音机可以与他们交谈

在他们的船上，并为他们带来

棒球

现在不是考虑棒球的时候他

想法

现在是时候只考虑一个了

事物

我为之而生

周围可能有一个大的

他认为的学校

我只从

我们正在喂长鳍金枪鱼，但它们是

工作又远又快

表面上显示的一切

今天旅行非常快，到

东北

那是一天中的时间吗

还是我做的一些天气迹象

不知道

他看不到岸边的绿色

现在，但只有蓝色山丘的顶部

显示为白色，好像它们是

白雪皑皑和云雾缭绕

就像他们头顶的高雪山

海很黑，光线很亮

水中的棱镜

浮游生物的无数斑点是

现在被烈日取消了，它是

只有蓝色的大深棱镜

老人现在看到的水

他的台词直入

温和的深水

渔民们叫的金枪鱼

那个种类的金枪鱼，只有

通过他们的适当的区别他们

当他们来出售它们或

用它们换诱饵

又倒下了

现在太阳很热

老人在背上感觉到了

他的脖子，感觉汗水涓涓而下

他骑马的背影

我可以随波逐流，他想睡觉

并在我的脚趾周围放一口线

叫醒我

但今天是 85 天，我应该钓鱼

好日子

就在这时看着他的台词，他看到了一个

突出的绿色棍棒倾角

尖锐地

是的

他说是的

并在不撞到船的情况下运送他的船桨

船他伸手去拿绳子

用拇指轻轻握住它

他右手的食指

他感觉不到压力和重量，他抱着

线轻轻

然后它又来了

这次是试探性的拉动不是

坚固也不沉重，他清楚地知道什么

它是

一百英寻的马林鱼是

吃沙丁鱼

点和钩柄在哪里

手工锻造的钩子从

小金枪鱼的头

老人小心翼翼地握着绳子，

用左手轻轻松开

从棍子

现在他可以让它贯穿他的

手指没有鱼的感觉

紧张

这么远

这个月他一定很大

他以为

吃他们的鱼

吃它们请吃它们

它们有多新鲜，你在那儿

600 英尺，在黑暗中的冷水中

在黑暗中再转一圈来

回来吃

他感觉到那轻柔的拉扯

然后当沙丁鱼的时候用力拉

头一定更难

脱钩

然后什么都没有

来吧

老人大声说

再转一圈

闻一闻

他们不是很可爱吗

现在吃好

然后是金枪鱼

冷酷可爱不要害羞

鱼

吃了它

他隔着一条线等着

拇指和他的手指看着它和

其他线路同时为

鱼可能向上或向下游

然后是同样微妙的拉动

再次触摸

他会接受的

老人大声说上帝保佑他

拿去

虽然他没有接受

他走了

老人什么都感觉不到

他不可能走了

他说

基督知道他不可能走了

转弯

也许他以前上过瘾，他

记得一些

然后他感觉到了轻轻的触碰

行，他很高兴

轮到他了，他说他会

它

他很高兴感觉到轻轻的拉扯

然后他感到有什么硬的东西

难以置信的沉重

这是鱼的重量

他让线滑下来

展开两个中的第一个

备用线圈

当它轻轻滑落时

老人的手指他还能

虽然感觉很重

他的拇指和手指的压力是

几乎察觉不到

多棒的鱼

他说他把它斜放在嘴里

现在他要离开了

然后他会转身吞下它

以为他没有这么说是因为他

知道如果你说了一句好话

可能不会发生

他知道这是一条多么大的鱼，他

想到他搬走

黑暗与金枪鱼交叉夹在里面

他的嘴

那一刻他觉得他停了下来

移动但重量仍然存在

然后体重增加

他给了更多的线

他收紧了拇指的压力

和手指一会儿和重量

增加并直线下降

他拿走了

他说

现在我让他好好吃

他让线从他的指间溜走

当他用左手向下伸

并快速完成了两者的自由端

预留线圈到两个回路

下一行的备用线圈

现在他准备好了

他有三四十噚线卷

现在储备的还有他的线圈

正在使用

多吃一点

他说

吃得好

吃它，让钩的点

进入你的心并杀死你他

想起来很容易，让我把

鱼叉进入你

好的

你准备好了吗

你在餐桌上的时间够长了吗

现在他大声说

并用双手重击获得了一个

码线然后再次击打

再次

每只手臂交替摆动

用他所有的力量把绳子

手臂和他身体的旋转重量

没啥事儿

鱼只是慢慢地离开了

老人无法抚养他

英寸他的线很强壮，适合

沉重的鱼，他把它靠在自己的

直到它紧绷到珠子

水从里面跳出来

然后它开始发出缓慢的嘶嘶声

在水中发出声音，他仍然握着它

支撑自己对抗挫折和

靠在杆子上

船开始缓慢地驶向

西北

鱼稳定地移动，它们

在平静的水面上缓缓前行

其他诱饵仍在水中

但没有什么可做的

我希望我有那个男孩

老人大声说我被拖走

一条鱼，我是拖车的

我可以让线路快，但后来他

可以打破它

我必须尽我所能抱住他，给他

当他必须拥有它时，感谢上帝，他

正在旅行而不是下降

如果他决定下台我会怎么做

我不知道

如果他发声和死去我会怎么做

不知道

但我会做点什么

我可以做很多事情

他把绳子靠在背上，

看着它倾斜在水中

小船平稳地向西北移动

这会杀了他

老人想

他不能永远这样做

但四个小时后，鱼还在

拖着船稳定地游泳出海

小船和老人仍然支撑着

坚实地在他的背上划过一条线

我上钩的时候是中午，他说

我从没见过他

他把草帽往下推

在他钩住鱼之前他的头

它在割他的额头

他也渴了

他跪了下来

小心不要在行移动时猛拉

尽可能深入船头，

一只手够到水瓶

他打开它喝了一点

然后他靠在船头上

他坐在没有踩踏的桅杆上休息

航行，试着不去思考，而只是

忍

然后他看向身后

看到没有土地是可见的

他认为这没什么区别

我总是可以进来

哈瓦那

距离太阳还有两个小时

集，也许他会在之前出现

那

如果他不这样做，也许他会想出

月亮

如果他不这样做，也许他会

想出日出

我没有抽筋，我感觉很强壮

是他嘴里有钩子

但是像这样拉什么鱼

他必须闭上嘴

金属丝

我希望我能见到他

我希望我能见他一次就知道

我有什么反对我

这条鱼从来没有改变过路线

整个晚上他的方向

这个人可以从观看

星星

太阳下​​山后很冷

老人的汗水冷干了

背部和他的手臂和他的旧腿

白天他被解雇了

覆盖诱饵盒并将其传播

太阳下​​山后在太阳下晒干

他把它系在脖子上，这样

它挂在他的背上，他

小心翼翼地把它放在线下

现在在他的肩膀上

麻袋缓冲了线，他有

找到了一种向前倾斜的方法

弓使他几乎

自在

这个位置实际上只是有点

不那么难以忍受，但他认为这是

几乎舒适

我对他无能为力

他对我无能为力

他以为

只要他坚持下去

有一次他站起来小便

小艇的一边，看着

明星并检查了他的课程

这条线像磷光一样显示

直接从水中划出

他的肩膀

他们现在移动得更慢了，而且

哈瓦那的光芒没有那么强烈，以至于

他知道电流一定在携带

他们向东

如果我失去了哈瓦那的眩光，我们一定是

他想更往东走

因为如果鱼的路线是真的，我

必须再看几个小时

我想知道棒球是怎么出来的

他认为今天的大联盟

用

收音机

然后他想

总想着

想想你在做什么

你绝不能做傻事

他大声说

我希望我有那个男孩

帮我

看到这个

没有人应该在他们的晚年孤独

他以为

但这是不可避免的

我必须记得以前吃过金枪鱼

他为了保持坚强而破坏

记住，无论你想要多少

你必须在早上吃他

记住

他对自己说

夜里来了两只海豚

在船周围，他能听到他们的声音

轧吹

他可以分辨出两者之间的区别

男性发出的吹气声和

女性的叹息打击

他们很好

他说

他们玩，开玩笑，爱一个人

另一个他们是我们的兄弟

飞鱼

然后他开始同情这条大鱼

他已经上钩了

他很棒

奇怪，谁知道他多大了

他以为

我从来没有吃过这么强壮的鱼

一个举止如此奇怪的人

也许他太聪明了，不能跳

他可以通过跳跃或狂野来毁了我

匆忙

但也许他已经迷上了很多

以前他知道这是

他应该如何战斗

他不知道只有一个人

反对他，也不是说这是一个老人

他是一条多么棒的鱼

如果他会在市场上带来什么

肉很好

他像男人一样上钩了

像男性一样拉，他的战斗没有

惊慌失措

我想知道他有没有什么计划

或者如果他和我一样绝望

他记得他上钩的时候

一对马林鱼

公鱼总是让母鱼

先喂，上钩的鱼

女性惊慌失措

绝望的战斗很快让她筋疲力尽

雄性一直呆在

和她一起越线盘旋

和她在表面上

他离得那么近，以至于老人

害怕他会和他断线

他的尾巴像镰刀一样锋利，

几乎是那个大小和形状

当老人对她失态时，

用棍棒把她拿着剑杆

它的砂纸边缘和棍棒她

穿过她的头顶，直到她

颜色变成了几乎像

镜子的支持，然后与

男孩的助手把她吊上了男

鱼一直在船边

然后当老人正在清理

线和准备鱼叉男性

鱼在旁边高高跃起

乘船去看看女性在哪里

然后深入他淡紫色的翅膀

那是他张开的胸鳍

和他所有的淡紫色宽条纹

显示

他很漂亮

老人记得

他留下了

那是我见过的最悲伤的事情

跟他们

老人想

男孩也很伤心

我们请求她的原谅并屠杀了

她及时

我希望那个男孩在这里 他大声说

靠着圆形的

弓的木板，感觉到了力量

大鱼穿过他的线

跨过他的肩膀移动

坚定地朝着他选择的任何方向前进

一旦通过我的背叛

他必须做出选择

老人想

他的选择是留在深处

黑暗的水远远超出了所有的网罗和

陷阱和背叛

我的选择是去那里找他

超越所有人

超越世上所有人

现在我们在一起了

并且从中午开始

没有人可以帮助我们中的任何一个

也许我不应该是

渔夫

他以为

但那是我出生的东西

为了

我一定要记得吃金枪鱼

天亮后

天亮之前的某个时候，某事发生了

他身后的诱饵之一

他听到棍子断了和线

开始冲过炮口

小艇

在黑暗中他松开了他的鞘

刀和承受所有的压力

鱼在他的左肩上 他向后靠

并在木头上剪下线

枪管

然后他切断了最接近的另一条线

他在黑暗中做了松散的结局

储备线圈快速

他用一只手熟练地工作

把他的脚放在线圈上握住

当他把他的结拉紧时

现在他有六个备用线圈

他的每个诱饵都有两个

切断和两个从诱饵

鱼已经采取了，他们都是

连接的

天亮后他以为我会工作

回到 40 英寻的诱饵并切开它

也离开并连接备用线圈

我将失去 200 英寻的美好

加泰罗尼亚红衣主教和钩子和

领导者

可以替换，但谁替换

如果我钓到一些鱼，这条鱼

打断他

我不知道那是什么鱼

刚才上钩了

曾经是马林鱼或阔嘴鱼或鲨鱼

我从来没有感觉到他我必须摆脱他

太快

他大声说

我希望我有那个男孩

但你没有得到他心目中的男孩

你只有你自己，你有

现在最好回到最后一行

黑暗与否 在黑暗中剪掉

离开并连接两个备用线圈

所以他做到了

在黑暗中很难

一旦鱼潮汹涌而至

把他拉到脸上，做了一个

在他的眼睛下方切开

血顺着脸颊流了一点

大大地

但它在它之前凝结和干燥

到达他的下巴，他按照自己的方式工作

回到船头，靠在船头上

木头

他调整好麻袋，小心翼翼地

工作了这条线，所以它遇到了一个

他肩膀的新部分并握住它

他小心地用肩膀固定住

感觉到鱼的拉力，然后感觉到

用他的手，小船的进展

通过水

我想知道他为什么会这样跌跌撞撞

他以为

铁丝一定是滑到了大

他的背山

当然，他的背部感觉不会那么糟

就像我的一样

但他不能永远拉这条小船不

不管他多么伟大

现在一切都被清除了

可能会惹麻烦，我有一个大

线路储备

那个男人能问的一切

鱼

他轻声说

我会一直陪着你直到我死去

他也会和我在一起我想老

男人想

他等待天亮

现在和以前都很冷

白天，他推着木头

要温暖

只要他想我就可以

在第一缕阳光下，狮子伸出了

出入水中

船平稳地移动，当

太阳升起的第一个边缘它在

老人的右肩

他向北走

老人说

目前的遗嘱已经设定为

他想向东

我希望他能顺应潮流

这表明他很累

当太阳进一步升起时，旧的

男人意识到鱼不是

很累

只有一个好兆头

线的倾斜表明他是

在较小的深度游泳

这并不一定意味着他

会跳

但他可能

上帝让他跳

老人说

我有足够的线路来对付他

也许如果我能增加紧张感

一点点它会伤害他，他会

他想跳

现在是白天，让他跳吧

他会沿着他的口袋装满

有气的脊梁，然后他就不能走了

深到死

他试图增加紧张感

但是这条线已经被教到

非常边缘的突破点，因为他

钩住了鱼，他感觉到

当他向后靠去拉扯时，他的严厉

知道他不能再对它施加压力了

我决不能抽搐它

他以为

每个混蛋都会扩大钩子造成的切口

然后当他真的跳起来时，他可能

丢它

不管怎样，我在阳光下感觉好多了

这一次我不必调查

它

线上有黄色杂草，但是

老头儿知道，只加了一个

拖动，他很高兴

是黄色的高尔夫球草

制造了如此多的磷光

夜晚

鱼

他说

我爱你，非常尊重你

但我会在这天之前杀了你

结束

让我们希望，所以我们认为

一只小鸟从

北方

他是一只莺，飞得很低

水上

老头子看得出来他很

疲劳的

那只鸟做了船的船尾，

在那里休息

然后他绕着老人的头飞

并在他更多的那条线上休息

自在

你今年多大

老人问鸟

这是你的第一次旅行吗

他说话时那只鸟看着他

他累得连检查

线，他摇摇晃晃地把它当作他的

纤细的双脚快速抓住它

老人告诉他的很稳定

太稳了

你不应该那么累

无风的夜晚

鸟儿要来做什么

他认为出来的鹰派

海去见他们

但他没有对那只鸟说这件事

谁也无法理解他

谁会很快了解鹰派

足够的

他说小鸟好好休息

然后像任何人一样进入并抓住机会

人或鸟或鱼

它鼓励他说话，因为他的

背部在夜间变得僵硬，它

现在真的受伤了

如果你喜欢鸟他就留在我家

说

很抱歉我不能扬帆

带着你的微风

正在上升，但我和一个朋友在一起

就在这时，鱼突然踉跄了一下

把老人拉到

鞠躬，会把他拉到船外

如果他没有做好准备并给予

某行

线的时候鸟儿已经飞起来了

猛地抽动，老人甚至没有看到

他走

他仔细地摸着线

右手，注意到他的手是

流血的

当时有什么东西伤害了他

他大声说并拉回

看看他能不能把鱼翻过来

但当他触碰破处时

他保持稳定并向后退去

对抗线路的压力

你现在感觉到了鱼

他说

所以天知道我是不是

他现在四处寻找那只鸟

因为他会喜欢他

公司

鸟不见了

你没有逗留太久

男人想

但你要去的地方比较崎岖

直到你到达岸边

我是怎么让鱼用那个割伤我的

他让我快速拉了一下

非常愚蠢

或者我在看小

鸟儿想着他

现在我会注意我的工作

然后我必须吃金枪鱼，这样我

不会有实力的失败

我希望那个男孩在这里并且我有

一些盐

他大声说

将线的重量转移到他的

左肩小心地跪下

在海里洗手

并把它浸没了更多

看血迹不到一分钟

离开和稳定的运动

当船移动时，水溅到他的手上

他已经放慢了很多

他说

老人本来想保留他的

在盐水中手的时间更长，但他

害怕又一次突如其来

鱼，他站起身来支撑自己

举起手抵着太阳

只是一根线烧伤了他的

肉

但这是在他的工作部分

手

他知道他之前需要他的双手

这已经结束了，他不喜欢这样

在开始之前剪掉

现在

他说等他的手干了我必须

吃小金枪鱼

我可以用gaff找到他并吃饭

他在这里

舒适

他跪下，发现下面的金枪鱼

船尾有gaff并画了它

对他保持清醒

盘绕线

用左肩握住线

再次支撑着他的左手和

他把金枪鱼从钩子上取下来

把gaff放回原位

他把一只膝盖放在鱼上，然后切开

暗红色肉条纵向

从后脑勺到尾巴

它们是楔形的条带，他切

他们从骨干旁边到

腹部边缘

当他剪下六条时，他摊开

他们在弓的木头上擦干

他把刀插在裤子上，举起

鲣鱼的尾巴和

掉到海里

我不认为我可以吃一整个他

说着，他的刀划过其中一个

条带

他能感觉到稳定的硬拉

线和他的左手局促

它紧紧地靠在沉重的绳索上，

他厌恶地看着它

他说的是什么样的手

抽筋然后如果你想让自己

变成土块对你没有好处

来吧

他想着，低头看着黑暗

线斜处的水

现在吃它会加强

手

这不是手的错，你有

和鱼在一起好几个小时

但你可以永远和他在一起

现在吃贝尼托

他拿起一块放在他的

嘴里慢慢咀嚼

这并不令人不快

好好咀嚼，他想，把所有的

果汁

吃一点也不错

酸橙或柠檬或盐

你感觉如何他的手

抽筋的手几乎和

尸僵

我再给你吃点

他吃了那块的另一部分

他切入

他仔细咀嚼然后吐了出来

皮肤

进展如何

还是现在知道还为时过早

我们又拿了一整块咀嚼

它是一种强壮的全血鱼

他以为

我很幸运能得到他而不是

海豚 海豚太甜了

这一点都不甜，而且所有的

实力还在

没有任何意义

虽然他认为很实用

我希望我有一些盐，我不知道

太阳是否会腐烂或干燥什么是

离开所以我最好把它都吃掉

我不饿

鱼是平静而稳定的

我会全部吃掉

然后我就准备好了

耐心的手

他说

我为你做这个

我希望我能喂饱他认为的鱼

他是我兄弟

但我必须杀了他

并保持坚强去做

他慢慢地、认真地吃掉了所有的

楔形的鱼条

他直起身子擦了擦手

他的裤子

现在

他说

你可以放手

我会用右臂抱住他

独自一人，直到你停止胡说八道

他把左脚踩在了粗线上

左手握住并放下

背靠杆子靠在他的背上

上帝帮我缓解抽筋

他说

因为我不知道鱼是什么

要去做

但他看起来很平静

他以为

并按照他的计划

但他的计划是什么

他以为

什么是我的

我的我必须即兴创作他的因为

他的体型很大，如果他会跳，我可以

杀了他

但他永远呆着

那我就永远和他待在一起

他用抽筋的手擦着自己的

裤子，并试图温柔的手指

但它不会打开

也许它会随着太阳打开

他以为

也许它会在强生时打开

金枪鱼被消化

如果我必须拥有它，我会打开它，费用

不惜一切代价

但我现在不想打开它

力量

让它自己打开

自己回来

毕竟我在晚上滥用了它

当需要释放和解开时

各种线条

他眺望大海，知道如何

现在只有他一个人，但他可以看到

深黑水中的棱镜和

向前延伸的线条和奇怪的

平静的起伏

云正在为

信风，他往前看，看到一个

野鸭飞行蚀刻自己

然后对着水面上的天空

模糊然后再次蚀刻

他知道没有人是孤独的

海

他想到了一些男人是如何害怕被

在小船上看不见陆地，

知道他们在几个月内是对的

突然的坏天气

但现在他们正处于飓风之中

月

当没有飓风时

飓风月份的天气是最好的

全年

如果你总是看到飓风

它的迹象在天空中好几天

如果你在海上，就在前面

他们在岸上看不到它，因为他们

不知道该找什么他想

土地也必须有所作为

云的形状

但我们现在没有飓风

他仰望天空，看到了白色

积云就像友好的冰堆

奶油和高处是薄的

卷云的羽毛反对高

九月的天空

轻布里萨

他说

对我来说天气比你对鱼好

他的左手仍然局促，但他

正在慢慢点头

我讨厌抽筋

他以为

这是对自己身体的背叛

在别人面前是丢脸的

域中毒引起的腹泻或

吐出来

但抽筋

我们认为它是一个哥伦比

羞辱自己，尤其是当

一个人

如果男孩在这里，他可以擦它

我把它从前臂上松开

他以为

但它会放松

然后

他用右手感觉到

线的拉力差异

在他看到斜线的变化之前

水

然后当他靠在绳子上时

用力又快速地拍打他的左手

在他的大腿上，他看到了那条线

慢慢向上倾斜

他来了

他说来吧请来吧

这条线缓慢而稳定地上升

然后海面鼓起

在船前面，鱼出来了

他出来了

无休止地

水从他的身边倾泻而下

他在阳光下很明亮，他的头

背部呈深紫色，在阳光下

他身上的条纹显得很宽，

淡淡的薰衣草

他的剑和棒球棒一样长

像剑杆一样逐渐变细

他从

水，然后顺利重新进入

像潜水员一样，老人看到了

他尾巴的大镰刀刃下

并且线路开始跑出

他比这个 gif 长两英尺

老人说

线路快速但稳定地退出

鱼没有惊慌

老头子双手在试

保持线路刚好在断裂内

力量

他知道，如果他不能放慢速度

用稳定的压力捕鱼

可以取出所有的线并打破它

他是条大鱼

我必须说服他他认为我

绝对不能让他学会自己的力量

如果他跑了他能做什么

如果我是他，我会付出一切

现在去，直到东西坏了

但感谢上帝，他们不像

像我们杀死他们一样聪明，虽然

他们更崇高，更能干

老人见过许多大鱼

他见过许多重量超过

一千英镑，他抓了两个

在他的生活中如此规模，但从不孤单

现在独自一人，看不见土地，他

快到他拥有的最大的鱼

从未见过，而且比他以往任何时候都大

听说过

他的左手仍然紧绷着

鹰爪

虽然他认为它会放松

帮助我的权利肯定会放松

手

三样东西是兄弟

鱼

和我的两只手

它必须解开

局促不值得

鱼又放慢了速度，正要走

按照他平时的节奏

我想知道他为什么跳了老人

想法

他几乎跳了起来，好像要给我看

他有多大

反正我现在知道了

他以为

我希望我能告诉他什么样的人

我是，但他会看到局促

手

让他认为我比我更男人

我会这样

我希望我是鱼

他想尽一切办法

只违背我的意愿和我的智慧

他舒服地靠在木头上

承受他的痛苦，

鱼游得很稳，小船

在黑暗的水中缓慢移动

有一片小海随着海浪上升

风从东方吹来，正午时分

老人的左手松开了

他说对你来说是个坏消息

把线移到麻袋上

盖住他的肩膀

他很舒服但很痛苦

虽然他不承认苦难

根本

他说我不信教，但我会的

说十个我们的父亲和十个冰雹玛丽

我应该抓住这条鱼，我

承诺去朝圣

眼镜蛇的处女如果我抓住他那是

承诺

他开始祈祷

机械地

有时他会很累，以至于他

不记得祈祷然后

他会快速说出来，这样他们

会自动出现

冰雹玛丽比我们的更容易说

他认为的父亲

万福玛利亚与主同在

你在妇女和妇女中被祝福

有福的是你子宫耶稣的果子

圣母玛利亚为我们祈祷

罪人现在和我们死亡的时刻

阿门

然后他加了祝福处女祈祷

这条鱼的死亡

虽然他很棒

用他的祈祷说和感觉很多

更好但同样受苦

也许他靠得更紧一点

弓的木头，开始

机械地工作他的手指

左手

现在太阳很热

虽然微风轻轻地升起

我最好重新引诱那条小线

他在船尾说

如果鱼决定留下另一个

晚上我需要再吃一次

瓶子里的水少了

我不认为我能得到任何东西

海豚在这里

但如果我把他吃得够新鲜他就不会

坏

我希望有一条飞鱼上船

今晚

但我没有光能吸引他们

飞鱼很适合生吃

我不必把他砍断

我现在必须保存我所有的力量

天哪，我不知道他这么大

不过我会杀了他

他用他所有的伟大和他的

荣耀

虽然不公平

他以为

但我会告诉他男人能做什么

以及一个人所忍受的

我告诉男孩我是个奇怪的老人

他说

现在是我必须证明的时候

他已经证明了它的一千次

没有任何意义，现在他正在证明这一点

再次

每一次都是一个新的时间，他从来没有

做事的时候想起过去

它

我希望他能睡觉

我可以睡觉和梦想

他认为的狮子

为什么狮子是最重要的

剩下

不要以为老人

他对自己说

现在轻轻地靠在木头上，

什么都想他在工作

尽可能少地工作

快到下午了

船仍然缓慢而稳定地移动

但是现在从

东风和老人骑

轻轻地与小海和伤痛

他背上的绳索来到他身边

轻松顺利

下午有一次，线路开始了

再次上升

但鱼只继续游

略高的水平

太阳落在老人的左臂上

和肩膀和他的背上

所以他知道鱼已经转向东方

北

现在他见过他一次，他可以

想象鱼在水中游泳

他的紫色胸鳍张开

他的翅膀和伟大的直接故事

穿过黑暗

我想知道他在那个深度能看到多少

老人想

他的眼睛很大，一匹马有很多

更少的眼睛可以在黑暗中看到

曾经我在黑暗中看得清清楚楚

不是在绝对的黑暗中，而是几乎像一个

猫看见

太阳和他的稳定运动

手指现在松开了他的左手

完全，他开始转移更多的

对它的压力，他耸了耸肩

他背部的肌肉转移伤痛

绳子一点

如果你不累鱼他大声说

你一定很奇怪

他现在觉得很累

他知道黑夜很快就会到来

他试着去想其他的事情

他想到了大联盟

对他来说，他们是大联盟

他知道纽约的洋基队

正在扮演底特律的母老虎

这是我不知道的第二天

知道他所想的决战的结果

但我必须有信心

我必须配得上伟大的

完美地完成所有事情的dimaggio

即使有骨刺的疼痛

他的脚后跟

什么是骨刺

他问自己

异常

我们没有它们

会不会像一个人的刺激一样痛苦

紧跟斗鸡

我不认为我能忍受

或失去一只眼睛和两只眼睛

并继续战斗作为战斗

公鸡做

人在伟大的鸟类旁边并不多

和野兽

我还是宁愿成为那只野兽

在大海的黑暗中

除非鲨鱼来

他大声说

如果鲨鱼来了，上帝可怜他和我

你相信伟大的dimaggio会

只要我愿意，就和一条鱼呆在一起

有了这个，他想

我相信他会

还有更多，因为他年轻而强壮

他的父亲也是渔夫

但是骨刺也会伤到他吗

很多

我不知道

他大声说我从来没有骨刺

夕阳西下

他记得给自己更多

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与伟大的黑人游戏

西恩富戈斯是世界上最强壮的人

码头

他们已经走了一天一夜

他们的肘部在粉笔线上

桌子和他们的前臂笔直向上

他们的手紧紧地握着

每个人都试图强迫对方的

把手放在桌子上

有很多赌注，人们去了

进出房间

煤油灯，他看过

黑人的手臂和手，在

黑人的脸

他们每四次更换裁判

前八小时后，这样

裁判可以睡觉

血从下面流出

他和黑人的指甲

手，他们看着对方

眼睛，他们的手和前臂，

更好的人进进出出房间

坐在靠墙的高脚椅上

并观看

墙壁被漆成亮蓝色，

是木头的，灯把他们的

反对他们的阴影

黑人的影子很大而且它移动了

在微风吹动的墙上

灯具

赔率会来回改变

晚上，他们喂了黑人朗姆酒和

为他点燃香烟

然后朗姆酒之后的黑人会尝试

付出了巨大的努力

而一旦他有了那个不

那时是个老人，但他是圣地亚哥埃尔

Campeon 失去平衡近三英寸

但是老人举起了手

甚至再次死去

那时他确信他有黑人

谁是一个好人，一个伟大的运动员

殴打

而在白天，当投注者在

要求它被称为平局并且

裁判在摇头

释放他的努力并强迫他的手

黑人下来，直到它

搁在木头上

比赛是在星期天开始的

早上并在周一早上结束

许多投注者要求平局

因为他们必须去工作

装满袋糖的码头或

哈瓦那煤炭公司

否则每个人都会想要它

去完成，但他已经完成了

无论如何，在任何人不得不去之前

工作

在那之后的很长一段时间里，每个人都有

称他为冠军

并且在

春天

但没多少钱是坏事

他很容易就赢了，因为他

打破了黑人的信心

在第一场比赛中来自西恩富戈斯

之后他有几场比赛，然后

不再

他决定他可以打败任何人，如果

他太想要了，他

认为这对他的权利不利

钓鱼的手

他尝试了几场练习赛

他的左手，但他的左手有

一直是叛徒，不会做

他要求它做什么

他不相信

儿子现在会烤得很好

他以为

它不应该再抽筋了

除非晚上太冷

我想知道今晚会带来什么

一架飞机从头顶飞过

当然去迈阿密，他看了

阴影吓坏了飞行学校

鱼

有这么多飞鱼应该有

海豚他说

然后靠在线上，看看它是否

有可能在他的鱼上获得任何收益

但他不能

它停留在硬度和水

颤抖着继续破碎

小船缓缓前行，他看着

飞机，直到他再也不能

看见

在飞机上一定很奇怪

他以为

我想知道大海是什么样子的

那个高度

他们应该能够很好地看到鱼

如果他们不飞得太高

我想飞得很慢，200

从高处看鱼

在乌龟船上，我在十字架上

刊头的树，甚至在那

我看到的高度

海豚从那里看起来更绿了

你可以看到他们的条纹和他们的

紫色斑点，你可以看到所有的

游泳时上学

为什么所有快速移动的鱼

暗电流的背面是紫色的

通常是紫色条纹或斑点

海豚当然看起来是绿色的

因为他真的很金但是当他

来喂养真正饥饿的紫色

他的两侧有条纹，就像马林鱼一样

是愤怒还是他的速度更快

使他们脱颖而出

就在天黑之前，他们经过一个

马尾藻大岛

在轻盈的大海中起伏摇摆

尽管海洋正在与

在他的黄色毯子下的东西

小线被海豚抢走了

当它跳入时，他首先看到了它

在最后的阳光下空气真金和

在空中疯狂地弯曲和拍打

它一次又一次地在

它的恐惧杂技，他工作

回到船尾，蹲下，

右手握住大线

他用胳膊把海豚拉了进去

他的左手踩着获得的

每次都用光着的左脚划线

当鱼在船尾下沉时

并从一侧切到另一侧

绝望的老人俯身在

船尾抬起锃亮的金鱼

船尾有紫色斑点

它的下巴在抽搐着

快速咬住钩子，它

用它敲打小船的底部

长而扁平的身体它的尾巴和它的头

直到他用棍棒把它穿过闪亮的

金头直到它颤抖起来

仍然

老人解开了鱼

用另一条沙丁鱼重新引诱

扔了过去

然后他慢慢地回到

弓

他洗了左手，擦了擦

他的裤子

然后他把粗线从他的

右手到他的左边，洗了他的

右手在海里

当他看着太阳进入

海洋

和大绳子的倾斜

他一点都没变

他说

但观察水的运动

他靠在他的手上，注意到那是

明显较慢

我会把两支桨一起划过

船尾，这会减慢他的速度

夜晚

他说

他很适合过夜

我也是

最好把海豚的内脏

稍后，为了保存血液中的血液

他想的肉

我可以稍后再做

同时划桨

我现在最好让鱼安静下来

日落时不要太打扰他

夕阳西下是一件难事

所有鱼的时间

他让他的手在空气中干燥

然后用它抓住线并放松

尽可能地允许自己

自己被拉向前方

木头，这样船就承受了压力

比他做的更多或更多

我正在学习如何去做

他以为

反正这部分

然后记住他从那以后就没有吃过东西

他上钩了

他很大，需要很多食物

我吃了整条鲣鱼

明天我要吃海豚他

叫它多拉多

也许我应该吃一些

打扫

它会比鲣鱼更难吃

但是之后

没有什么是容易的

你觉得鱼怎么样

他大声问

我感觉很好，我的左手更好

我吃了一天一夜的食物

拉船鱼

他并没有真正感觉良好，因为

他背上的绳索疼痛

几乎通过了痛苦，进入了

他不信任的沉闷

但我有比他更糟糕的事情

想法

我的手只被割了一点

抽筋从另一个消失了

我的腿没事

现在我也在他身上获得了

生计问题

现在天黑了

九月太阳落山后很快

他靠在船头磨损的木头上

尽其所能地休息

第一颗星星出来了

他不知道rigel的名字，但他

看到了，很快就知道他们都会

出去，他将拥有他所有的遥远

朋友们

鱼也是我的朋友

他大声说

我从未见过或听说过这样的

鱼

但我必须杀了他

我很高兴我们不必试图杀人

星星

想象一下，如果一个人每天都必须尝试

杀死月亮

他以为

月亮跑了

但想象一下，如果一个人每天都应该

必须设法杀死太阳

我们生来很幸运，他认为

然后他为这条大鱼感到难过

没有东西吃和他的

杀他的决心从未放松

在为他悲伤

他想他会养活多少人

但他们值得吃他吗

不

当然不是

没有人值得吃他

从他的行为方式和他的

伟大的尊严

我不明白这些事情

他以为

但我们不必这样做是件好事

试图杀死太阳或月亮或

星星

生活在海上，杀戮就够了

我们真正的兄弟

现在他认为我必须考虑

拖

它有它的危险和优点

我可能会失去很多线，以至于我会失去

如果他努力和拖累他

由桨制成的位置和

船失去了她所有的轻盈

她的轻盈延长两者都是

痛苦，但这是我的安全，因为他

有他从未有过的极快速度

受雇

无论发生什么，我都必须消化

海豚，所以他不会变质和吃东西

有些人要坚强

现在我要再休息一个小时，感受一下

在我之前他是坚实而稳定的

回到船尾做这项工作

并做出决定

与此同时，我可以看到他的行为

如果他表现出任何变化

桨是个好把戏

但是已经到了玩的时候了

安全

他还是很多鱼

我看到钩子在

他的嘴角，他一直保持着他的

嘴巴紧闭

钩子的惩罚算不了什么

饥饿的惩罚，他是

反对他不反对的东西

领悟就是一切

休息吧老头

让他工作到你的下一个职责

来了

他休息了他认为是两个

小时

月亮直到很晚才升起

他无法判断时间

除了

相对而言，他仍然承受着

把鱼拉过他的肩膀

但他把左手放在

弓的炮口和倾诉更多和

对鱼的抵抗力更强

小艇本身

如果我能做到那该有多简单

他想的线路快

但只要轻轻一晃，他就可以打破

它

我必须缓冲线的拉力

我的身体，随时准备好

双手放线

但你还没有睡老头

他大声说

现在是半天半夜

另一天

你还没有睡觉

你必须想办法让你睡觉

如果他安静而稳定，那就有点

如果你不睡觉，你可能会变成

头脑不清楚

我很清楚

他以为

太清楚了

我像我的星星一样清晰

兄弟

我仍然必须睡觉

他们睡觉，月亮和太阳

睡着了，连大海都睡着了

有时在某些日子有

在平坦的平静中没有电流

但记得睡觉

他以为

让自己去做并设计一些

关于线条的简单而可靠的方法

现在回去准备海豚吧

操纵桨太危险了

如果您必须睡觉，请拖动

我可以不睡觉

他告诉自己

但这太危险了

他开始努力回到

严厉地对待他的手和膝盖

小心不要猛撞鱼

他想他自己可能睡着了

但我不想让他休息

他必须拉到死

回到船尾，他转身

左手握着线的张力

越过他的肩膀，拔出他的刀

用右手从鞘中取出

星星现在很亮，他看到了

海豚清楚地推开刀片

他的刀插进他的脑袋，把他拉了过来

从船尾下出来

他把一只脚放在鱼上，

迅速将他从通风口滑到

他的下颚尖

然后他放下刀，掏出内脏

他用右手舀他

清洁并拉清鳃

他感到喉咙又重又滑

他的手，他把它滑开了

里面有两条飞鱼

他们是新鲜的和坚硬的，他奠定了

他们肩并肩放下胆量

和船尾的鳃

他们沉没了

水中的磷光

海豚很冷，呈麻风灰色

现在在星光和旧时的白色

男人剥了他一侧的皮，而他

右脚踩在鱼头上

然后他把他翻过来剥了皮

另一边，并从每一边切掉

头到尾

他把尸体滑下船，看着

看看是否有任何漩涡

水

但只有它缓慢的光芒

下降

然后他转身，将两个飞起来的

在两片鱼片中的鱼和

他把刀放回刀鞘

慢慢地回到船头

他的背因重量而弯曲

穿过它，他带着鱼

在他的右手

回到船头，他放了两条鱼片

鱼在木头上飞翔

他们旁边的鱼

在那之后，他把线穿过

他的肩膀在一个新的地方并握住它

再次用左手搁在

枪管

然后他靠在一边洗了

水中的飞鱼

注意到水的速度

他的手

他的手散发着磷光

剥鱼皮，他看着

水流向它

流动不那么强烈

当他揉着他的手边

反对小艇的木板

磷颗粒飘了出来，

缓慢地向后漂移

他很累

他在休息

老人说

现在让我度过难关

这只海豚，在一个

少睡

在星空下和夜晚

他吃了一半，越冷越冷

海豚鱼片和其中之一

飞鱼被内脏和头部被切开

离开

什么是优秀的鱼海豚吃

煮熟了 他说

多么可怜的生鱼啊

如果没有，我再也不会坐船了

盐或酸橙

如果我有脑子，我会飞溅

整天在船头上浇水并擦干

他想会做盐的

但后来我没有钩住海豚

直到快日落

仍然是缺乏准备

但我已经很好地咀嚼了，我是

不恶心

东边的天空乌云密布

一颗颗他认识的星星

走了

现在看起来他好像在动

进入一个巨大的云峡谷和

风停了

三日后会有恶劣天气

四天

他说

但不是今晚也不是明天

现在被操纵让老人睡一会儿

当鱼平静而稳定

他用右手紧紧地握着线

然后把他的大腿推到他的

右手倾身倾身

靠在弓的木头上

然后他通过了低一点的线

在他的肩膀上支撑着他的左手

动手吧

我的右手能握多久

他想如果它放松下来

睡觉我的左手会唤醒我

线路熄灭

右手很难

但他习惯了惩罚

即使我睡了 20 分钟或半小时

小时很好

他向前躺着抽筋

用他所有的身体推杆

他所有的重量都压在右手上

他睡着了

他没有梦见狮子

但不是一个庞大的学校

江豚

绵延八到十英里

那是在他们交配的时候

他们会跳到高空中

回到他们曾经的同一个洞里

他们跳跃时在水中制造

然后他梦见自己在

村子在他的床上，有一个

北方，他很冷，他的

右臂睡着了，因为他的头

靠在上面而不是枕头上

在那之后，他开始梦想漫长的

黄色的海滩，他看到了第一个

狮子很早就下来了

天黑了，然后其他的狮子来了

他把下巴搁在木头上

船停泊的树枝

傍晚的海风和他

等着看会不会有更多

狮子

他很高兴

月亮已经升起很久了

但他睡了

鱼稳步前进

小船驶入云隧道

他被右拳猛地惊醒

迎着他的脸和线

通过他的右手燃烧

他没有感觉到自己的左手，但是

他用他的权利打破了他所能做的一切

线路冲了出去

最后他的左手找到了那条线

他靠在线上，现在

它烧伤了他的背部和左手

他的左手承受着所有的压力

并且切割得很糟糕

他回头看了看线的线圈，

他们吃得很顺利

就在那时，鱼跳了起来，做得很棒

海洋破裂，然后是沉重的

落下

然后他又跳了

然后再次

船开得很快，虽然

线路仍在比赛中，旧的

男人把压力提高到了极限

点并将其提升到临界点

他一次又一次被拉倒

紧紧地贴在弓上，他的脸在

切好的海豚片，他可以

不动

这就是我们所等待的，他是这么想的

现在让我们接受它

让他为他认为的线路付费

让他为此付出代价

他看不到鱼的跳跃，但

只听见大海的破碎声和

他摔倒时的猛烈飞溅

线的速度正在切断他的

手不好，但他一直都知道

会发生，他试图保持

切开老茧的部分和

不要让线条滑入掌心

剪断手指

如果男孩在这里，他可以弄湿

如果男孩，他认为是的线圈

如果男孩在这里

线路断断续续，但它

现在正在放缓

他让鱼赚到了每个

英寸

现在他从树林里抬起头来

从他脸颊的鱼片中取出

压碎了

然后他跪在地上

然后他慢慢站起来

他在撒谎，但更慢

时间

他回到他能感觉到的地方

用他的脚踩着他那一圈圈的线

看不到有很多线

仍然，现在鱼不得不拉

所有新线路的摩擦通过

水

是的

他以为

而现在他已经跳了十几

时间，沿着他的口袋装满

带着空气回来，他不能深入下去

死在我无法抚养他的地方

他很快就会开始转圈

然后我必须为他工作

我想知道是什么让他如此突然

难道是饥饿让他

绝望还是被他吓到了

晚上的东西也许他突然

感到恐惧

但他是一条如此平静的强壮的鱼，

他看起来如此无所畏惧，如此自信

它很奇怪

你最好无所畏惧和自信

他说你自己老人

你又抱住了他，但你不能

得到线

但很快他就得绕圈

老人用左手握着他

现在在他的肩膀上弯下腰

用右手舀水

把压碎的海豚肉从

他的脸

他害怕这会让他反胃

他会呕吐并失去力量

洗完脸后，他洗了脸

右手在水边

然后让它留在盐水中

当他看着第一道曙光来临

日出前

他几乎向东走

他以为

这意味着他累了

当前

很快他将不得不转圈

然后我们真正的工作开始

在他判断他的右手有

在水里待了足够长的时间，他把它拿走了

出去看了看

这还不错

他说

痛苦对男人来说并不重要

他小心翼翼地抓住了这条线

它不适合任何

新线削减并转移了他的体重

这样他就可以把左手伸进

小船另一边的大海

你没有为某事做得那么糟糕

一文不值

他对他的左手说

但有一段时间我不能

找你

为什么我不是天生就有两只好手

他以为

也许是我没有训练的错

那个正确的

但上帝知道他有足够的机会

学习

他在晚上没有做得那么糟糕

不过，他只有一次局促

如果他再次抽筋，让线路切断他

离开

当他以为他知道他是

头脑不清醒

他认为他应该选择一些

更多的海豚

但我不能

他告诉自己

头昏脑胀总好过

因恶心而失去力量

我知道如果我吃了它我就不能保存它

因为我的脸在里面

我会保留它以备不时之需

变坏

但力争强者为时已晚

现在通过营养

你傻他告诉自己吃

其他飞鱼

它在那里被清理干净并准备好了，他

用左手捡起来吃了

它仔细咀嚼骨头，

把它全部吃到尾巴

它比几乎任何食物都更有营养

鱼被认为

至少我的那种力量

需要

现在我已经做了他能想到的

让他开始转圈

让战斗来临

太阳第三次升起

自从他出海以来

当鱼开始盘旋时

他无法从倾斜的角度看到

鱼盘旋的线

现在还为时过早

他只感到一阵微弱的放松

线的压力，他开始

用右手轻轻拉动

它像往常一样收紧，但就在他

达到了它会破裂的地步

线路开始进来

他的肩膀和头从

下线并开始拉线

平稳而轻柔

他用双手摆动

运动并尝试拉动

尽可能地用他的身体和他的

腿

他的旧腿和肩膀转动着

拉力的摆动

这是一个很大的圈子

他说

但他在转圈

那么这条线就不会进来了

他一直拿着它直到他看到水滴

在阳光下从它跳下来

然后它开始了

老人跪下来放手

勉强回到漆黑的水中

他正在他的圈子里做最远的部分

现在

他说

我必须尽我所能

他认为紧张会缩短他的

每次转圈

也许一个小时后我会见到他

现在我必须说服他

然后我必须杀了他

但鱼继续缓慢地盘旋

老人汗流浃背，

累到骨头里两个小时

之后

但现在圈子要短得多

从线倾斜的方式来看，他

可以看出鱼已经稳步上升

当他游泳时

老头儿看了一个小时

他眼前的黑点和

汗水浸湿了他的眼睛，也浸湿了伤口

在他的眼睛和额头上

他不怕黑点

在他感到紧张的情况下，他们是正常的

正在拉线

两次虽然他感到头晕目眩

这让他很担心

我不能让自己失败而死

像这样的鱼

他说

现在我让他来了

美丽的上帝帮我忍受我会说

一百个我们的父亲和一百个冰雹

玛丽斯

但我现在不能说

考虑他们说他认为

我稍后再说

就在这时，他感到一阵突然的撞击，

在他用他的两个握住的线上抽搐

手感觉又尖又硬

重的

他正在用他的

矛

他以为

那是必然的，他必须那样做

这可能会让他跳起来

我宁愿他继续转圈

现在

跳跃对他来说是必要的

空气

但在那之后，每个人都可以扩大

打开钩子伤口，他可以

扔钩子

不要跳鱼他说不要跳

鱼又撞了几次铁丝

每次他摇摇头

男人放弃了一点线

我必须忍受他的痛苦，他在哪里

想法

我的没关系我可以控制我的

但他的痛苦会让他发疯

过了一会儿，鱼停止了跳动

在电线处开始慢慢盘旋

再次

老头子在稳步增长

现在

但他又感到头晕目眩

他用左手举起一些海水

手放在他的头上

然后他穿上更多，揉了揉背部

他的脖子

我没有抽筋

他说

他很快就会起来，我可以坚持下去

你必须坚持不说

他跪在船头上，

那一刻把线滑过他的背

再次

他出去的时候我要休息

转圈然后站起来为他工作

当他进来时，他决定

休息是一个很大的诱惑

鞠躬，让鱼绕一圈

自己没有恢复任何线路

但是当菌株显示鱼有

转身朝老船走来

男人站了起来，开始了

旋转和编织拉动

带来了他获得的所有线

我比以往任何时候都累

他想，现在信风是

上升

不过带他进去就好了

我非常需要那个

他走的时候我会在下一回合休息

他说

我感觉好多了

我会比两三圈多

有他

他的草帽在他的后背上

头，他沉入船头

当他摸到鱼时，拉线

转动

你现在工作 鱼 他以为我会带走

轮到你了。

海平面上升了很多

但天气晴朗，微风，他

必须有它才能回家

我只会向南和向西他说

一个人永远不会迷失在海上

这是一个长岛

在第三个转弯时，他看到了

先鱼

他首先看到他是一个黑暗的阴影，

花了很长时间才从船底下经过

他简直不敢相信它的长度

不

他说

他不可能那么大

但他有那么大

在这个圈子的尽头，他来到

仅 30 码外的表面和

人看到他的尾巴出水

它比一把大镰刀刃还高

和一朵在黑暗之上非常苍白的薰衣草

蓝色的水

它向后倾斜，鱼刚刚游动

老人能看到的表面之下

他的大块头和紫色条纹

把他绑起来

他的背鳍下垂，他巨大的

胸肌被广泛传播

在这个圆圈上，老人可以看到

鱼眼和两条灰色的吸吮鱼

在他周围游来游去

有时他们依附于

他有时他们冲出去

有时他们会在他的

阴影

他们每个人都超过三英尺长，

当他们游得很快时，他们鞭打他们的

整个身体像鳗鱼

老人现在满头大汗，但从

除了太阳之外的其他东西

鱼在每一次平静的转身中

他正在排队

他确信再过两圈

他将有机会获得

鱼叉在

但我必须让他靠近 靠近 他

以为我不能尝试头部

必须得到心脏

沉着冷静的老人

他说

在下一个圆圈里，鱼的背是

但他离

船

在下一个圈子里他还是太远了

离开了，但他离水更高，而且

老人确信通过获得

他可以有更多的线路

旁边

他很久以前就装好了他的鱼叉

它的一圈轻绳在一个

圆形篮子，末端快速完成

到船头的位置

鱼现在正在他的圈子里

平静而美丽的外表，只有他的

动人的大故事

老人把他所有的东西都拉到他身上

可以拉近他

有那么一会儿，鱼变成了

很少在他身边

然后他直起身子开始

另一个圈子

我感动了他

老人说我当时搬了他

他现在又感到头晕目眩，但他坚持住了

伟大的鱼，他所有的压力

可以

我感动了他，他想

也许这一次我可以让他过去

拉他以为最后抬起腿的手

对我来说最后一个对我来说你从来没有去过

这次我会把他拉过来

但当他全力以赴

在鱼之前开始它

走到旁边，拉着他所有的

把鱼拉到一半的力量

然后站直身子游走了

鱼

老人说鱼你要去

无论如何都得死，你必须杀了我

也

那样一事无成，他

想法

他的嘴太干了，说不出话来，但他

现在无法取水

这次我必须让他和他在一起

想法

我不擅长转很多圈

是的，你是

他告诉自己你永远都很好

在下一个回合，他几乎要了他

但鱼又一次站直了自己，

慢慢游走

你杀了我 鱼老头

想法

但你有权

我从来没有见过更大或更

美丽或平静或高贵

事物

比你兄弟

来吧，杀了我

我不在乎谁杀了谁

现在你脑子里糊涂了

他以为

你必须保持头脑清醒

保持头脑清醒，知道如何

像男人一样受苦

或一条鱼

他以为

清理头

他用几乎听不见的声音说

收拾

再多两次

转弯时也一样

我不知道

老人想

他已经快要感觉到了

自己每次去

我不知道

但我会再试一次

他又试了一次，他觉得

他翻鱼的时候自己走了

鱼站直了身子，游走了

再次慢慢编织着伟大的故事

在空中

我再试一次

老人虽然双手答应

现在变得糊状了，他只能看到

好在闪光

他又试了一次

它是一样的

所以他想

他觉得自己走在他前面

开始

我会再试一次

他承担了所有的痛苦

以及他剩下的力量

和他早已不复存在的骄傲，他说

对抗鱼的痛苦

鱼来到了他的身边

轻轻地在他身边游动他的账单

几乎触及木板

小艇开始通过船

长

深的

宽阔的银色和紫色的条纹

在水中无穷无尽

老人掉线了

把脚踩在上面

把鱼叉举得跟他一样高

可以并用他所有的力量将它击倒

他刚刚拥有的力量和更多的力量

刚刚被召唤到鱼的身边

在升起的大胸鳍后面

高空到海拔高度

男人的胸

他感觉到铁进去了，他靠在

它把它开得更远，然后推

他所有的体重

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然后鱼就活了

随着他的死亡

并从水中高高升起

他所有伟大的长度和宽度以及所有

他的力量和美丽

他似乎悬在空中

小艇上的老人

然后他摔倒在水里

喷在老人身上，

在整个小艇上

老人感到头晕目眩

生病了，他看不清楚

但他清除了鱼叉线，让

它慢慢地流过他粗糙的双手，

当他看到时，他看到鱼在

银色的腹部朝上

鱼叉的杆身伸出

与鱼肩成一个角度，

大海染上了红色

他的心血

起初它像蓝色的浅滩一样黑暗

超过一英里深的水

然后它像云一样蔓延

鱼是银色的

还是

随波漂流

老人仔细地看了看

瞥见他的远见

然后他把鱼叉转了两圈

在船头的钻头周围排成一行

把头靠在手上

保持头脑清醒

他对着弓的木头说

我是一个疲惫的老人

但我杀了这条鱼

这是我的兄弟

现在我必须做奴隶工作

现在我必须准备绞索和

他想用绳子把他绑在身边

即使我们是两个人并且淹没了她

装上他，把她救出这条小船

永远不会抱他

我必须准备好一切

然后把他带进来好好鞭打他

踏上桅杆，启航回家

他开始把鱼拉进去

他在旁边，这样他就可以通过

穿过他的腮和嘴

使他的头紧靠着弓

我想见他

他思考、触摸和感受他

他是我的幸运

他以为

但这不是我想感受他的原因

我想我感觉到了他的心

他以为

当我推上鱼叉轴时

第二次

现在把他带进来，让他禁食

在他的尾巴上套上绞索

另一个在他的中间把他绑起来

小艇

去上班老头

他说

他喝了一小口水

有很多奴隶工作要做

现在战斗结束了

他抬头看看天空，然后出去

他的鱼

他仔细地看着太阳

不超过中午

他以为

信风正在上升

现在所有的台词都毫无意义，男孩

我们回家的时候我会把它们拼接起来

来鱼

他说

但是鱼没有来

相反，他现在躺在那里打滚

大海和老人拉着

冲上他

当他甚至和他在一起并拥有

鱼头靠在船头上，他不能

相信他的大小

但他解开了鱼叉绳

钻头穿过鱼鳃

他的下巴转过身来

然后剑将绳子穿过

另一个鳃又转了一圈

比尔和打结双绳和

让它快到船头的位置

然后他剪断绳子，然后往后退

绞住尾巴

鱼已经从他的身上变成了银色

原来的紫银和

条纹显示相同的淡紫色

颜色像他的尾巴

它们比男人的手还宽

他的手指张开，鱼的眼睛

看起来像镜子里的镜子一样超然

潜望镜或游行中的圣人

这是杀死他的唯一方法

老人说

打水后他感觉好多了

他知道他不会离开，他的

头脑清醒

他现在体重超过 1500 磅

想法

也许更多

如果他穿着其中的三分之二

30美分一磅

我需要一支铅笔

他说

我的脑袋不是很清楚

但我认为伟大的dimaggio会是

今天为我感到骄傲

我没有骨刺

但是背上的手真的很痛

我想知道骨刺是什么

他以为

也许我们在不知情的情况下拥有它们

他使鱼快速地向船头和船尾

到中间要塞

他太大了，就像鞭打了很多

旁边有更大的小船

他剪下一条线，系好

鱼的下颚抵着他的喙，所以他的

嘴巴不会张开，他们会航行

尽可能干净

然后他踏上桅杆，带着

棍子那是他的失职和他的

吊杆装配了修补的帆拉动了

船开始移动

他半躺在船尾航行

西南

他不需要指南针告诉他

西南在哪里

他只需要交易的感觉

风和帆的图画

最好用勺子放一条小线

在上面试着找点吃的

喝水

但他找不到勺子和他的

沙丁鱼烂了

所以他钩上了一片黄色的高尔夫球草

他们经过并摇晃着

它使那些小虾

它落在了木板上

小艇

有十几个，而且

他们像沙蚤一样跳来跳去

老人用

他的拇指和食指吃掉了

咀嚼贝壳和尾巴

它们非常小，但他知道它们

营养丰富，味道很好

老人还喝了两杯

瓶子里的水，他用了一半

在他吃完虾之后

考虑到小船航行得很好

障碍，他驾驶着

他胳膊下的分蘖

他可以看到鱼

他只需要看看他的手和

感觉他的背靠在船尾就知道了

这确实发生了，而不是

一个梦

有一次他感觉很糟糕

到最后他想也许是

是个梦

然后当他看到鱼出来的时候

的水，一动不动地挂在

在他跌倒之前的天空，他确信有

有些奇怪，他不能

相信它

然后他看不清楚

虽然现在他看到的和以前一样好

现在他知道那条鱼和他的

手背不是梦

他想，手很快就痊愈了

我把它们和盐水流血了

会治愈他们

真正高尔夫的黑水是

最伟大的治疗师

我要做的就是保持头脑清醒

手已经完成了他们的工作，我们

扬帆起航

闭着嘴和尾巴

直上直下，我们像航行一样

兄弟

然后他的头开始变得有点

不清楚，他以为是他带我来的

还是我带他进来

如果我把他拖到后面

毫无疑问

如果鱼在小艇里

所有尊严都没有了

问题要么

但他们一起航行被鞭打

并肩，老人以为让

如果他喜欢，他带我进来

我只比他强

诡计

他无意伤害我

他们航行得很好

老人把双手浸在

盐水，并试图保持他的头

清除

有高积云和

它们上方有足够多的卷云，以至于老

男人知道微风会持续一整夜

老人看着鱼

不断地确保它是真实的

那是一个小时

在第一条鲨鱼把他藏起来之前

鲨鱼不是意外

他从深处爬上来

像血的乌云一样的水

在温和的深渊中定居和分散

海

他来得如此之快而且绝对

他毫不谨慎地打破了

蓝色的水面，在

太阳

然后他又掉进了海里

闻到香味开始游泳

小船和鱼在航线上

采取

有时他失去了气味

但他会再次拿起它或者有

只是它的痕迹，他游得很快，

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他是一条非常大的灰鲭鲨

游得跟最快的鱼一样快

海和关于他的一切都是

漂亮，除了他的下巴

他的背蓝得像箭鱼的

他的肚皮是银的，他的皮

又滑又帅

他被建造成箭鱼，除了

他现在紧闭的巨大下巴

当他在水面下快速游动时

他的背鳍高高刺穿

水不动摇

在他下巴闭合的双唇内

他的八排牙齿都是

向内倾斜

他们不是普通人

大多数鲨鱼的金字塔形牙齿

它们的形状像男人的手指

当它们像爪子一样酥脆时

它们几乎和手指一样长

老人的，他们有锋利的

两侧的切削刃

这是一条以所有食物为食的鱼

海里的鱼那么快

强壮且装备精良，他们没有

其他敌人

现在他闻到了

更清新的气味和他蓝色的背鳍

切水

老人看见他来了，他就知道

这是一条无所畏惧的鲨鱼

完全会做他想做的事

希望

他准备了鱼叉并制作了

当他看着鲨鱼时，绳索快

来吧

绳子很短

因为它缺少他切入的东西

鞭打鱼

老爷子头脑清醒

现在，他充满了决心

但他希望渺茫

太好了，不能持续

他以为

他看了一眼这条大鱼

看着鲨鱼靠近

这也可能是一个梦

他以为

我不能阻止他打我，但是

也许我可以得到他

那么也如此

他以为

你妈妈运气不好

鲨鱼船尾迅速关闭，当

他击中了老人看到的鱼

张开嘴，他奇怪的眼睛和

他开车时咬牙切齿

在尾巴上方的肉中向前

鲨鱼的头没水了

他的背都出来了，老人

能听到皮肉的声音

当他撞上大鱼时

鱼叉垂到鲨鱼的头上

在他之间的界线

眼睛与那条线相交

直接从他的鼻子后面

没有这样的台词只有

沉重的蓝色头和大

眼睛和咔哒声

吞咽口

但那是大脑的位置

老人把它藏了起来

他用沾满鲜血的双手击打它

用他所有的东西驾驶一个很好的鱼叉

力量

他毫无希望地把它藏起来了

解决

和

鲨鱼翻过的恶性肿瘤

老人看到他的眼睛没有

活

然后他再次转身

将自己包裹在两个循环中

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老人知道自己已经死了，但是

鲨鱼不会接受

然后在他的背上鞭打他的尾巴

他的下巴咔哒咔哒地咬着鲨鱼

像快艇一样在水面上

他尾巴拍打的地方的水是白色的

它和他四分之三的身体是

绳子来的时候，水面清澈

taut 颤抖着，然后折断

鲨鱼静静地躺了一会儿

在表面上

老人看着他

然后他就下去了

非常缓慢地

他拿了大约40磅

老人大声说

他也拿走了我的鱼叉和所有的绳子

他想，现在我的鱼又流血了

还有其他人

他不喜欢看鱼

自从他被肢解后

当鱼被击中时

虽然他自己也被击中

但我杀死了撞到我鱼的鲨鱼

他以为

他是我最大的推论者

见过，上帝知道我见过

大的

太好了，不能持续

他以为

我希望它现在是一个梦想

我从来没有钓过鱼

独自躺在床上看报纸

但人不是为失败而生的

他说

一个人可以被摧毁，但不能被打败

我很抱歉我杀了鱼

他以为

现在糟糕的时候来了，我没有

甚至有鱼叉

然后残忍、能干、坚强

和聪明

但我比他聪明

也许不是

他认为也许我只是更好

武装

不要以为老人

他大声说

在这条航线上航行，并在它出现时采取它

来了

但我必须认为

他以为

因为这是我所剩下的

那和棒球

我想知道伟大的双马吉亚会如何

喜欢我把他藏在

脑

这不是什么了不起的事情

他以为

任何人都能做到

但你认为我的手有那么大吗

像骨刺一样的障碍

我不知道

我的脚后跟从来没有任何问题

除了黄貂鱼蜇它的时候

当我游泳时踩到他

瘫痪了小腿，使

难以忍受的痛苦

想想一些快乐的老人

他说

现在每一分钟你离家更近

你说打火机损失40

磅

他很清楚什么的模式

当他到达内部时可能会发生

当前的一部分

但现在无事可做

就在这里

他大声说

我可以把我的刀子绑在一个人的屁股上

桨的

所以他把舵柄放在他的下面

手臂和他下面的帆板

脚

现在

他说

我还是个老人，但我不是

徒手

现在微风清新，他扬帆起航

很好

他只看了前面的部分

鱼和他的一些希望回来了

不希望他认为是愚蠢的

除此之外，我相信这是一种罪过

不要想罪

他认为现在有足够的问题

无罪

我也不了解

我对此一无所知，我是

不确定我是否相信

也许杀鱼是一种罪过

我想是的

即使我这样做是为了让我活着

养活很多人

但后来一切都是罪过

不要想罪

为时已晚

有偿做这件事的人是否允许

他们认为你生来就是

鱼生来就是渔夫

鱼

圣佩德罗是一名渔夫

伟大的dimaggio之父

但他喜欢考虑所有事情

他参与了

因为没有什么可读的

他没有收音机 他想了很多

他一直在想罪

你没有杀鱼只是为了保持

活着并卖掉他认为的食物

你为了骄傲杀了他，因为你

是渔夫

他在世时你爱他 而你

之后爱他

如果你爱他，杀人不是罪

他

还是更多

你想太多了 老头

他大声说

但你喜欢杀死dentuso

他以为

他和你一样以活鱼为生

他不是拾荒者，也不是搬家

他的胃口和鲨鱼一样

美丽高贵无所畏惧

任何事物

我为了自卫杀了他

老人大声说

我很好地杀了他

除了他认为一切都会杀人

其他一切以某种方式

钓鱼杀了我，就像它让我一样

活

男孩让我活着

他认为我也不能欺骗自己

很多

他靠在一边，松开了

一块鱼肉

鲨鱼割伤了他

他咀嚼它并注意到它的质量和

它的味道很好

它像肉一样结实多汁，但它

不是红色的

里面没有拉丝，他

知道它会带来最高的

市场价格

但没有办法保持它的气味

从水里出来，老人知道

一个非常糟糕的时刻即将到来

微风平稳

使它更进一步进入

东北，他知道这意味着它

不会脱落

老人看着前方，但他

看不见帆，也看不见

船体或任何船只的烟雾

只有飞鱼

从他的船头升起，扬帆远航

两边和黄色的斑块

海湾杂草

他甚至看不见一只鸟

他已经航行了两个小时，在

船尾，有时咀嚼一点

马林鱼的肉试图休息

并且要坚强

当他看到两条鲨鱼中的第一条时

一世

他大声说

这个词没有翻译

也许它只是一种噪音，例如

男人可能会不由自主地做出

感觉指甲穿过他的手

并进入树林

加拉诺斯

他大声说

他已经看到第二个鳍现在出现了

在第一个背后并确定了他们

像棕色的铲鼻鲨

三角鳍和清扫

尾巴的运动

他们有气味并且很兴奋

在他们极度饥饿的愚蠢中

他们正在迷失并寻找气味

在他们的兴奋中

但他们一直在关门

老人快速地把床单做了

卡住舵柄然后他拿起

桨上绑着一把刀

他尽可能轻地举起它

因为他的双手因疼痛而反抗

然后他在上面打开和关闭它们

轻轻松开它们

他把它们牢牢关上，这样它们就可以拿走

现在的痛苦，不会退缩，

看鲨鱼来

他可以看到他们宽阔的扁平

现在铲尖的头和他们的

白头宽胸鳍

它们是可恶的鲨鱼，气味难闻

清道夫和杀手以及何时

他们饿了，他们会咬一口

船桨或船舵

正是这些鲨鱼将

海龟的腿和脚蹼

海龟在水面上睡着了，

如果他们会在水中击中一个人

即使那个男人没有，他们也很饿

鱼血或鱼粘液的气味

他

一世

老人说加拉诺斯来吧加拉诺斯

他们来了

但他们没有像灰鲭那样来

来

一个转身就不见了

小船和老人能感觉到

当他猛拉并拉上时，小船摇晃着

鱼

另一个用他的眼睛看着老人

切开黄色的眼睛然后进来

速度快，下巴半圈宽

去打他已经打过的鱼

被咬

这条线清楚地显示在顶部

他棕色的脑袋和大脑的后背

加入了脊髓和老人

把桨上的刀开进了

juncture 将其撤回并驶入

又变成鲨鱼的黄猫似的

眼睛

鲨鱼放开鱼，滑了下来

向下

吞下他死时带走的东西

小船还在摇晃着

另一条鲨鱼正在做的破坏

鱼和老人放开了

床单，这样小船就会摆动

舷侧并把鲨鱼从

在下面

当他看到鲨鱼时，他俯身在

一边打他

他只打了肉，皮就做好了

硬，他几乎没有把刀插进去

这一击不仅伤了他的手，还伤了他的

肩也

但是鲨鱼的头很快就上来了

老人把他直接藏了进去

他平顶头的中心为

他的鼻子从水里出来了，躺着

反对鱼

老人收回了刀刃，

以同样的方式打了鲨鱼

再次发现

他仍然用他的下巴挂在鱼身上

上钩了，老人刺伤了他

他的左眼

鲨鱼还挂在那里

不

老头子说着就开刀

椎骨和大脑之间

现在这是一个轻松的镜头，他觉得

软骨切断器

老人把矿石倒过来放

鲨鱼颚之间的刀片打开

他扭动了刀刃，作为

他说，鲨鱼溜了

继续加拉诺

滑下一英里深

去看你的朋友

或者也许是你妈妈

老人擦了擦刀刃

并放下矿石

然后他找到了床单和帆

填充

他把小船带到她的航线上

他们一定占了他的四分之一

和最好的肉

他大声说

我希望这是一个梦

我从来没有上过他

我很抱歉鱼

它让一切都错了

他停下来了

他不想看鱼

现在

流干了血，洗了个澡，他看起来

a 的银色背衬的颜色

镜子和他的条纹仍然显示

我不应该走那么远的鱼

他说既不是为你也不是为我