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The old man and the sea
He was a those man who fished alone in a sgift
In e gulf stream
And he had gone eighty four days without taking a fish
In the first forty days
A boy had been with him
But after forty days without a fish
The boy's parents had told him
That the oes man was now definitely and finally sall out which is the worst form of unlucky
And the boy had gone at their orders in another boat
Which called three good fish
The first week
It's made the boy sad to see the ow's man come in each day with his gift empty
And he always went down to help him carry either the coite lines or the gaffe and harpon and the sale that was thurd around the mast
The cell was pastiate with flowur
Sex and flood
It looks like the flag of permanent defeat
The old man was thin and guns wire deep wrinkles in the back of his neck
The brown blosshes of the benevolet scin cancer
The sun brings from his reflection on the tropicc sea were on his cheeks
The bloshes ran well down
The size of his face and his hands had a deep creazed scars from handling heavy fish on the courts
But none of these scars were fresh
They were as old as erosions in a fialless desert
Everything about him was old
Except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheefful and undefeated sanctia ago
The boy sat to him
As they climbed the bank from whether gift was huld up
I could go with you again with makes 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 eighty seven 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 doubt it
It was papple amazme beleave i am a boy
And i must obey him
I know the old mman said
It is quite normal
He has a much faith
No
The old man said
But we have have a way
Yes
The boy said
Can i offer you a beer on the terrace
And then weuld take the stuff phone
Why not the old man said
Between fishermen
They sts on the terrarist and many of the fishermen made fun of the osman and he was not tankry
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 at these steady good weather
And of what they had seen the successful fishermen of that day already in and had buttered their morning out and carry them lid full length across two planks with two malth diangering at the end of each plank to the fish house
Where they weighted
When eyes truck to carry them to the market nehavata
Those who had caught shacks had taken them to the shack factory
On the other side of the cove
Where they were hoisted on a block and tackle
Their livers removed
Their fains cut off
And their high skinned out
And their flesh put into stripes for sarting
When the winds was in the east
A smell came across the harbor from the shack factory
But today there was only the faint edge of the oldur
Because the wind had backed into the north
And then dropped off
And it was pleasasant and sunny on the terrorist cenent
Year ago
The boy said
Yes
The old dman said
He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago
Can i go out and get startines for you for tomorrow
No go and play baseball
I can stay a role and rogliia were through the nets
I would like to go
If i cannot fish with you
I would like to serve in some way
ou bought me a beer
The old man said
You are already a man how old was se
When you first took me in a boat five and nearly were kills
When i brought ght fish in two green and he nearly told the boats two picces can remember
I can remember the tail slappin and banning
And the throats breaking and the noise of the clubing
I cauld remember you throwing me into the boall
Where the whet coin lines were have felling the whole boat shiver and the noise of a commbing him like dropping a tree down and the sweat blood smell all lover
Me can you really remember that
Or could i just tell it to you
I remember everything from when we first went together
The old man looked at him
With his sume burned confident loving eyes
If you ere my boy
I take you out and gamble
He said
But you are your father's and your mothers
And you are in a lucky boat
Maght get the swadiys
I know where i can get full baseto i have mine left from today
I put them
Means sorting the box
Let me get four fresh ones
One they was
Men said
His hope and his confidence had never gone
But now there were refreshing as when the breeze rises two
The boy said
Two
The old man agreed
ou didn't steal i was
The bobosaid said
But i bought thes
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 disgracful
And it carries no loss o true pride
