AnnotationThe last novel Ernest Hem

Annotation
The last novel Ernest Hemingway saw published, The Old Man and the Sea has proved itself to be
one of the enduring works of American fiction. It is the story of an old Cuban fisherman and his supreme
ordeal: a relentless, agonizing battle with a giant marlin far out in the Gulf Stream. Using the simple,
powerful language of a fable, Hemingway takes the timeless themes of courage in the face of defeat and
personal triumph won from loss and transforms them into a magnificent twentieth-century classic.
Ernest Hemingway
Ernest Hemingway
The Old Man and the Sea
To Charlie Shribner
And
To Max Perkins
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days
now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a
fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the
worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish
the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always
went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled
around the mast. The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent
defeat.
The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of
the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The
blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling
heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless
desert.
Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were
cheerful and undefeated.
“Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff was hauled up. “I
could go with you again. We’ve made some money.”
The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him.
“No,” the old man said. “You’re with a lucky boat. Stay with them.”
“But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day
for three weeks.”
“I remember,” the old man said. “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.”
“It was papa made me leave. I am a boy and I must obey him.”
“I know,” the old man said. “It is quite normal.”
“He hasn’t much faith.”
“No,” the old man said. “But we have. Haven’t we?”
“Yes,” the boy said. “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.”
“Why not?” the old man said. “Between fishermen.”
They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry.
Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad. But they did not show it and they spoke
politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of
what they had seen. The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin
out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men staggering at the end of each plank,
to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Havana. Those who had
caught sharks had taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on
a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut
into strips for salting.
When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today
there was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off
and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace.
“Santiago,” the boy said.
“Yes,” the old man said. He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago.
“Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?”
“No. Go and play baseball. I can still row and Rogelio will throw the net.”
“I would like to go. If I cannot fish with you. I would like to serve in some way.”
“You bought me a beer,” the old man said. “You are already a man.”
“How old was I when you first took me in a boat?”
“Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to
pieces. Can you remember?”
“I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing. I
can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat
shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over
me.”
“Can you really remember that or did I just tell it to you?”
“I remember everything from when we first went together.”
The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.
“If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said. “But you are your father’s and your
mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.”
“May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.”
“I have mine left from today. I put them in salt in the box.”
“Let me get four fresh ones.”
“One,” the old man said. His hope and his confidence had never gone. But now they were freshening
as when the breeze rises.
“Two,” the boy said.
“Two,” the old man agreed. “You didn’t steal them?”
“I would,” the boy said. “But I bought these.”
“Thank you,” the old man said. He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility. But he
knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride.
“Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said.
“Where are you going?” the boy asked.
“Far out to come in when the wind shifts. I want to be out before it is light.”
“I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said. “Then if you hook something truly big we can come
to your aid.”
“He does not like to work too far out.”
“No,” the boy said. “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him
to come out after dolphin.”
“Are his eyes that bad?”
“He is almost blind.”
“It is strange,” the old man said. “He never went turtle-ing. That is what kills the eyes.”
“But you went turtle-ing for years off the Mosquito Coast and your eyes are good.”
“I am a strange old man”
“But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?”
“I think so. And there are many tricks.”
“Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said. “So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.”
They picked up the gear from the boat. The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy
carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft.
The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big
fish when they were brought alongside. No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the
sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people
would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in
a boat.
They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door. The old
man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear
beside it. The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack. The shack was made of the tough
budshields of the royal palm which are called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a
place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal. On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of
the sturdy fibered guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the
Virgin of Cobre. These were relics of his wife. Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the
wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner
under his clean shirt.
“What do you have to eat?” the boy asked.
“A pot of yellow rice with fish. Do you want some?”
“No. I will eat at home. Do you want me to make the fire?”
“No. I will make it later on. Or I may eat the rice cold.”
“May I take the cast net?”
“Of course.”
There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it. But they went through this
fiction every day. There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too.
“Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said. “How would you like to see me bring one in that
dressed out over a thousand pounds?”
“I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines. Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?”
“Yes. I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.”
The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too. But the old man brought it out
from under the bed.
“Perico gave it to me at the bodega,” he explained. “I’ll be back when I have the sardines. I’ll keep
yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning. When I come back you can tell me
about the baseball.”
“The Yankees cannot lose.”
“But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.”
“Have faith in the Yankees my son. Think of the great DiMaggio.”
“I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.”
“Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.”
“You study it and tell me when I come back.”
“Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eightyfifth
day.”
“We can do that,” the boy said. “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?”
“It could not happen twice. Do you think you can find an eighty-five?”
“I can order one.
“One sheet. That’s two dollars and a half. Who can we borrow that from?”
“That’s easy. I can always borrow two dollars and a half.”
“I think

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The last novel A Ernest Hemingway published by saw, The Old Man and the Sea Itself has proved to be
one 's of the enduring works of American fiction. It is the story A it of an old Appearances Cuban fisherman and his supreme
ordeal: a relentless, Agonizing battle with a giant : marlin far out in the Gulf Stream. Using the simple,
powerful language of a Fable, Hemingway takes the timeless themes of courage in the face of defeat the and
personal triumph won from loss and transforms them into a magnificent twentieth-century classic.
Ernest Hemingway
Ernest Hemingway
The Old Man and the Sea
To Shribner charlie
and
To Max Perkins
he , was an old Appearances man WHO COMPLETE Fished by alone in a Skiff in the Gulf Stream and Had he gone of the eighty-four days
now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a
fish the boy's parents Had Told him That the old Appearances man was now definitely and the finally Salao, Which is the
worst form of unlucky, and the boy Had gone at hwy orders in Reviews another boat Which caught three good fish
the first week. The boy made it sad to see the old Appearances man come in each day with his Skiff empty and he always
went down to help him carry Either the coiled lines or the Gaff and harpoon and the sail That was furled
around the mast. Was a patched sail The flour India with sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag Change to USD of permanent
defeat the .
The old Appearances man was thin and Gaunt with by deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. Brown blotches of The
the benevolent skin cancer the by sun brings from its : reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The
blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands Had the-Creased by deep scars from handling
heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They 're were color : as old Appearances color : as Erosions in a fishless
desert.
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cheerful and undefeated.
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Could go The with you again. ' Ve made some we 've money. "
The old Appearances man Had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him.
" No, "the old Appearances by said man. "You're with a lucky boat. With them Stay. "
" But remember how you went of the eighty-seven days without fish and then we 've caught by big ones every day
for three weeks. "
" The I remember, "the old Appearances by said man. " The I know you didnt not leave me Because you Doubted."
"It was papa made me leave. Am a boy the I and the I must obey him. "
" The I know, "the old Appearances by said man. "It is quite normal."
"He , has not much faith."
"No," the old Appearances by said man. "But we have. We 've not Have? "
" Ja, "the boy by said. "Can the I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we 've 'll take the stuff home."
"Why not?" The old Appearances by said man. " The Between fishermen."
They 're sat 's on the Terrace and : many of the fishermen made fun of the old Appearances man and he was not angry.
Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad. Didnt they 're not but show it and they 're spoke steering
Politely about the current and the depths they 're Had drifted hwy lines at and the steady good weather and of
what they 're Had seen. The Successful fishermen of That day were already in and Had Butchered hwy : marlin
out and Carried them laid 's full length across two Planks, with two men staggering at the end of each plank,
to the fish house where they 're waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Havana. Those WHO COMPLETE Had
caught sharks Had taken them to the shark shark factory on the : other side of the cove where they 're were Hoisted on
a block and tackle, hwy livers removed, hwy fins cut off and hwy hides skinned out and hwy flesh cut
into strips for salting .
When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbor from the shark shark factory; but today
there was only the faint edge of the odor Because the wind Had backed into the north and then dropped off
and it was pleasant and sunny 's on the Terrace.
"Santiago," the boy by said.
"Ja," the old Appearances man by said. Was holding his He , glass and thinking of : many years ago.
"Can the I go The out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?"
"No. Go and play baseball. Can still row the I and Rogelio will throw the net. "
" The I would like to go The . If I can not fish with you. I would like to the I serve in some way. "
" You bought me a beer, "the old Appearances by said man. "You are On already a man."
"How old Appearances the I was when you first Took me in a boat?"
"Five and you were Nearly Killed when the I Brought the fish in too by green and he Nearly tore the boat to
pieces. You remember Can? "
" The I can remember the tail Slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing. The I
can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet - coiled lines were and by feeling the whole boat
shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet by blood smell all over
me. "
" Can you really remember That or by tell by just the I didnt it to you? "
" the I remember everything from when we 've first went together. "
The old Appearances man looked at him with his by sun-burned, confident loving eyes View .
" If the you were my boy the I'd take you out and gamble, "he said. "But you are On your father's and your
mother's and you are On in a boat by lucky."
"May the I get the sardines? The I know where the I can get four Baits too. "
" The I have mine left from today. Put them in the I salt in the box. "
" The Let me get four fresh ones. "
" One, "the old Appearances by said man. His hope and his confidence had never gone . Now they 're were but Freshening
color : as when the breeze rises.
"Two," the boy by said.
"Two," the old Appearances man Agreed. "You didnt not steal them?"
" The I would," the boy by said. "But the I bought these."
"Thank you," the old Appearances by said man. He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility. But he
knew he Had attained it and he knew it was not Disgraceful and it Carried no loss of true pride 's .
"Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current," he by said.
" The Where are On you going?" The boy Asked .
"Far out to come in when the wind shifts. Want to be the I out before it is light. "
" The I'll a try to get him to workTel far out, "the boy by said. "Then the if you hook something truly by big we 've can come
to your aid."
"He , does not like to workTel too far out."
"No," the boy by said. "But the I will see something That he can not see color : such color : as a bird View working and get him
to come out after dolphin."
" Post Are his eyes View That bad?"
"He , is almost blind."
"It is strange," the old Appearances man by said . "He never went turtle-ing. That Are is what kills the eyes View . "
" But you went turtle-ing for years off the Mosquito Coast and your eyes View are On good. "
" The I am a strange old Appearances man "
" But are On you strong road now for a truly by big fish? "
"I think so. There : many are On And tricks. "
" The Let us take the stuff home, "the boy by said. " The So the I can get the net and go The The cast after the sardines."
They 're picked up the gear from the boat. The old Appearances man Carried the mast on his Style : shoulder and the boy
Carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the Gaff and the harpoon with its shaft.
The box with the Baits was under the stern of the Skiff along with the That was of used club to Subdue the by big
fish when they 're were Brought alongside. No one 's would steal from the old Appearances man but it was better to take the
sail and the heavy lines home color : as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people
would steal from him, the old Appearances man thought That a Gaff were a harpoon and needless Temptations to leave in
a boat.
They 're walked up the road together to the old Appearances man's shack and went in thru its open door. Old Appearances The
man Leaned the mast with its wrapped sail Against the wall and the boy put the box and the : other gear
beside it. The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack. Shack was made The of the tough
Budshields of the royal palm Which are On Called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one 's chair, and a
place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal. The brown walls On the of a flattened, overlapping leaves of
the sturdy fibered guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and Reviews another of the
Virgin of Cobre. These were relics of his wife. Once there Had been a tinted photograph of his Wife on the
wall but he Had taken it down Because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner
under his clean shirt.
"What do you have to eat? "Asked the boy.
" A pot of yellow rice with fish. You want some Do? "
" No. I will eat at home. You want me Do to make the by fire? "
" No. I will make it later on. The I may eat Or the rice cold. "
" May the I take the The cast net? "
" Of course. "
Top All was no The cast net and the boy remembered when they 're Had sold it. They 're went thru but this
fiction every day. No pot was there of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too.
"Eighty-five is a by lucky number," the old Appearances by said man. "How would you like to see me bring one 's in That
dressed out over a thousand pounds?"
" The I'll get the net and go The The cast for sardines. You sit in Will the by sun in the doorway? "
" Ja. Yesterday's have the I paper and the I will . Read the baseball. "
The boy didnt not know Whether yesterday's paper was a fiction too. The old Appearances man but Brought it out
from under the bed.
"Perico Gave it to me at the bodega," he Explained. "I'll be back when I have the sardines. KEEP'll the I
yours and mine together on ice and we 've can share them in the morning. The I come back When you can by tell me
about the baseball. "
" The Yankees can not lose 's . "
" But the I : fear the Indians of Cleveland. "
" Have faith in the Yankees my by son. The Think of the great DiMaggio. "
" The I : fear both the , Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland. "
" Be careful or you will : fear EVEN the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago. "
" You study it and by tell me when come back the I. "
" Do you think we 've shouldnt buy a terminal of the lottery with an of the eighty-five? Is the Eightyfifth Tomorrow
day. "
" We 're That can do, "the boy by said. "But what about the of the eighty-seven of your great record?"
"It Could not happen twice. You think you Do can the find an of the eighty-five? "
" The I can order one 's .
"One sheet. That's two dollars and a half. We 've can borrow WHO COMPLETE That from? "
" That Are 's easy. I can always borrow the I two dollars and a half. "
" The I think