The Old Man and the Sea

by Ernest Hemingway

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

“I’ll kill him though,” he said. “In all his greatness and his glory.” Although it is unjust, he thought. But I will show him what a man can do and what a man endures.

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.

I am only better than him through trickery and he meant me no harm.

You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?