Old Man and the Sea
* He fished in a skiff in the gulf stream. 84 days now without taking a fish. the first 40 days a boy had been with him. but after 40 days without a fish the boys parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky. * the boy had gone in another boat which caught 3 good fish the first week. * the sail was patched with flour sacks and furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat. SIMILE.
Characterization old man.
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 rah well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. They were as old as erosion in a fishless desert. SIMILE. His eyes were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated. His name is Santiago. He was too simple to wonder what 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.
* But remember how you went 87 days without fish then we caught big ones everyday for 3 weeks. * Can I offer you a beer on the terrace, between fisherman. * Many of the fisherman made fun of the old man and he was not angry. others, of the older fisherman, 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 of what they had seen. * Market in Havana, caught sharks. 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 harbor 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 of the
Characterization old man.
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 rah well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. They were as old as erosion in a fishless desert. SIMILE. His eyes were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated. His name is Santiago. He was too simple to wonder what 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.
* But remember how you went 87 days without fish then we caught big ones everyday for 3 weeks. * Can I offer you a beer on the terrace, between fisherman. * Many of the fisherman made fun of the old man and he was not angry. others, of the older fisherman, 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 of what they had seen. * Market in Havana, caught sharks. 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 harbor 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 of the