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"
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
more
intelligent
that
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
stingray
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
lash
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
.
