Old Man And The Sea

by Ernest Hemingway

“Have faith in the Yankees my son. Think of the great DiMaggio.”

“I think perhaps I can too. But I try not to borrow. First you borrow. Then you beg.”

“I may not be as strong as I think,” the old man said. “But I know many tricks and I have resolution.”

But, he thought, I keep them with precision. Only I have no luck any more. But who knows? Maybe today. Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.

My big fish must be somewhere.

What I will do if he decides to go down, I don’t know. What I’ll do if he sounds and dies I don’t know. But I’ll do something. There are plenty of things I can do.

But, thank God, they are not as intelligent as we who kill them; although they are more noble and more able.

The thousand times that he had proved it meant nothing. Now he was proving it again. Each time was a new time and he never thought about the past when he was doing it.

It is silly not to hope, he thought. Besides I believe it is a sin.