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I
hate
a
cramp
,
he
thought
.
It
is
a
treachery
of
one
’
s
own
body
.
It
is
humiliating
before
others
to
have
a
diarrhoea
from
ptomaine
poisoning
or
to
vomit
from
it
.
But
a
cramp
,
he
thought
of
it
as
a
calambre
,
humiliates
oneself
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
sides
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
the
skiff
,
"
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
uncramp
.
It
is
unworthy
of
it
to
be
cramped
.
The
fish
had
slowed
again
and
was
going
at
his
usual
pace
.
