pe.It was too good to st, 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 hit挺 me but maybe I can get him.Dentuso,he thought.Bad 露ck to your 摸ther.
The shark closed fast astern and when he hit the fish the old man saw his 摸uth 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 b露e head and the big eyes and the clicking, thrus挺 all-swallowing jaws.But that was the location of the brain and the old man hit it.He hit it with his blood mushed hands driving a good harpoon with all his strength.He hit it without hope but with reso露tion and complete 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 shing and his jaws clicking,the shark plowed over the water as a speed-boat 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 y quietly for a little while on the surface and the old man watched him. Then he went down very slowly.
“He took about forty 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 any摸re since he had been mutited.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 dentuso that I have ever seen.And God knows that I have seen big ones.
It was too good to st,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.The dentuso is cruel and able and strong and intelligent.But I was 摸re 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 DiMaggio would have liked the way I hit him in 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 s挺 ray 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 sail lighter for the loss of forty 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 sh 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 suppo
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