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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
.
Then
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
porpoise
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
.
But
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
colour
turned
to
a
colour
almost
like
the
backing
of
mirrors
,
and
then
,
with
the
boy
’
s
aid
,
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
.
