Life in the Afternoon | Esquire | FEBRUARY, 1962
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Life in the Afternoon | Esquire | FEBRUARY, 1962
The fish never changed his course nor his direction all that night as far as the man could tell from watching the stars. It was cold after the sun went down and the old man’s sweat dried cold on his back and his arms and his old legs. During the day he had taken the sack that covered the bait box and spread it
"What is it? Am I falling? Are my legs giv... See more
Je commençais à en avoir assez de la vie littéraire — si c’était cela la vie littéraire — et je regrettais déjà de ne pas pouvoir travailler et ressentais l’impression de mortelle solitude qui survient à la fin de chaque journée gâchée. J’en avais vraiment assez de Scott et de ses comédies idiotes, mais je trouvai le valet de chambre et lui donnai
... See moreNo, of course not. There is no one worthy of eating him from the manner of his behaviour and his great dignity. I do not understand these things, he thought. But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.