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He was crying. His voice was funny. He lay there in his white shirt on the bed in the dark. His polo shirt.

 

“I’m rather drunk,” Mike said. “I think I’ll stay rather drunk. This is all awfully amusing, but it’s not too pleasant. It’s not too pleasant for me.”

 

“Look, Brett. Tell Jake what Robert calls you. That is perfect, you know.”

 

“I say, I wish one would go up,” Brett said. “That Don Manuel chap is furious.”

 

It was a long walk and the country was very fine, but we were tired when we came down the steep road that led out of the wooded hills into the valley of the Rio de la Fabrica.

 

"Can you really remember that or did I just tell it to you?"

 

"Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current," he said.

 

"It will be dark soon," he said. "Then I should see the glow of Havana. If I am too far to the eastward I will see the lights of one of the new beaches."

 

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.

 

The old man felt faint and sick and he could not see well. But he cleared the harpoon line and let it run slowly through his raw hands and, when he could see, he saw the fish was on his back with his silver belly up. The shaft of the harpoon was projecting at an angle from the fish's shoulder and the sea was discolouring with the red of the blood from his heart. First it was dark as a shoal in the blue water that was more than a mile deep. Then it spread like a cloud. The fish was silvery and still and floated with the waves.

 

'No, you won't,' she said. 'Because you love them already.'

 

'Don't you know I want you to die with the grace of a happy death? Oh, I'm getting all mixed up. Don't let me get too mixed up.'

 

'We could in the dark. Although there are things that say better in English.

 

It is a pity they weren't ten against one, the Colonel thought. They might have fought. I should not blame them, since they were defeated.

 

'Then don't strain,' the Colonel said, 'and you will never get piles.'

 

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