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The Old Man and the Sea
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“But man is not made for defeat,” he said. “A man can be destroyed but not defeated.
I must get him alongside this time, he thought. I am not good for many more turns. Yes you are, he told himself. You’re good for ever.
Then he was sorry for the great fish that had nothing to eat and his determination to kill him never relaxed in his sorrow for him. How many people will he feed, he thought. But are they worthy to eat him? No, of course not. There is no one worthy of eating him from the manner of his behaviour and his great dignity.
I wonder what a bone spur is, he thought.
They spoke of her as a contestant or a place or even an enemy. But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favours, and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them. The moon affects her as it does a woman, he thought.
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.
Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
the flag of permanent defeat.
I will show him what a man can do and what a man endures.