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It
is
silly
not
to
hope
,
he
thought
.
Besides
I
believe
it
is
a
sin
.
Do
not
think
about
sin
,
he
thought
.
There
are
enough
problems
now
without
sin
.
Also
I
have
no
understanding
of
it
.
I
have
no
understanding
of
it
and
I
am
not
sure
that
I
believe
in
it
.
Perhaps
it
was
a
sin
to
kill
the
fish
.
I
suppose
it
was
even
though
I
did
it
to
keep
me
alive
and
feed
many
people
.
But
then
everything
is
a
sin
.
Do
not
think
about
sin
.
It
is
much
too
late
for
that
and
there
are
people
who
are
paid
to
do
it
.
Let
them
think
about
it
.
You
were
born
to
be
a
fisherman
as
the
fish
was
born
to
be
a
fish
.
San
Pedro
was
a
fisherman
as
was
the
father
of
the
great
DiMaggio
.
But
he
liked
to
think
about
all
things
that
he
was
involved
in
and
since
there
was
nothing
to
read
and
he
did
not
have
a
radio
,
he
thought
much
and
he
kept
on
thinking
about
sin
.
You
did
not
kill
the
fish
only
to
keep
alive
and
to
sell
for
food
,
he
thought
.
You
killed
him
for
pride
and
because
you
are
a
fisherman
.
You
loved
him
when
he
was
alive
and
you
loved
him
after
.
It
you
love
him
,
it
is
not
a
sin
to
kill
him
.
Or
is
it
more
?
"
You
think
too
much
,
old
man
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
But
you
enjoyed
killing
the
dentuso
,
he
thought
.
He
lives
on
the
live
fish
as
you
do
.
He
is
not
a
scavenger
nor
just
a
moving
appetite
as
some
sharks
are
.
He
is
beautiful
and
noble
and
knows
no
fear
of
anything
.
"
I
killed
him
in
self
-
defense
,
"
the
old
man
said
aloud
.
"
And
I
killed
him
well
.
"
Besides
,
he
thought
,
everything
kills
everything
else
in
some
way
.
Fishing
kills
me
exactly
as
it
keeps
me
alive
.
The
boy
keeps
me
alive
,
he
thought
.
I
must
not
deceive
myself
too
much
.
He
leaned
over
the
side
and
pulled
loose
a
piece
of
the
meat
of
the
fish
where
the
shark
had
cut
him
.
He
chewed
it
and
noted
its
quality
and
its
good
taste
.
It
was
firm
and
juicy
,
like
meat
,
but
it
was
not
red
.
There
was
no
stringiness
in
it
and
he
knew
that
it
would
bring
the
highest
price
in
the
market
.
But
there
was
no
way
to
keep
its
scent
out
of
the
water
and
the
old
man
knew
that
a
very
bad
time
was
coming
.
The
breeze
was
steady
.
It
had
backed
a
little
further
into
the
north
-
east
and
he
knew
that
meant
that
it
would
not
fall
off
.
The
old
man
looked
ahead
of
him
but
he
could
see
no
sails
nor
could
he
see
the
hull
nor
the
smoke
of
any
ship
.
There
were
only
the
flying
fish
that
went
up
from
his
bow
sailing
away
to
either
side
and
the
yellow
patches
of
gulf
-
weed
.
He
could
not
even
see
a
bird
.
