Life in the Afternoon | Esquire | FEBRUARY, 1962
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Life in the Afternoon | Esquire | FEBRUARY, 1962
He took all his pain and what was left of his strength and his long gone pride and he put it against the fish’s agony and the fish came over onto his side and swam gently on his side, his bill almost touching the planking of the skiff and started to pass the boat, long, deep, wide, silver and barred with purple and interminable in the water.
Écoute, Jake. (Il se pencha sur le comptoir.) Est-ce que tu n'as jamais la sensation que toute ta vie s'écoule et que tu n'en profites pas ? Est-ce que tu te rends compte que tu as déjà vécu à peu près autant qu'il te reste à vivre ? – Oui, de temps à autre. – Sais-tu que, dans trente-cinq ans environ, nous serons morts ?
After he judged that his right hand had been in the water long enough he took it out and looked at it. “It is not bad,” he said. “And pain does not matter to a man.”
You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother. Come on and kill me. I do not care who kills who. Now you are getting confused in the head, he thought. You must keep your head clear. Keep your head clear and know how to suffer
... See moreNow you are getting confused in the head, he thought. You must keep your head clear. Keep your head clear and know how to suffer like a man. Or a fish, he thought.