Excerpt from The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway

Then he began to pity the great fish he had hooked.  Life is wonderful and strange and who knows how old he is, he thought.  Never have I had such a strong fish nor one who acted so strangely.  Perhaps he is too wise to jump.  He could ruin me by jumping or by a wild rush.  But perhaps he has been hooked many times before and he knows that this is how he should make his fight.  He cannot know that this is only one man against him, nor that it is an old man.  But what a great fish he is and what will he bring in the market if his flesh is good.  He took the bait like a male and he pulls like a male and his fight has no panic in it.  I wonder if he has any plans or if he is just as desperate as I am?

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