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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
six
hundred
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
.
"
