世界名著 The Old Man and the Sea, by Ernest Miller Hemingway (1899 – 1961)
It was getting late in the afternoon and he saw nothing but the sea and the sky. "You're tired, old man," he said. "You're tired inside." The sharks did not hit him again until just before sunset. He blocked the tiller, and reached under the stern for the club.It was an oar handle from a broken oar .
The two sharks closed together and as he saw the one nearest him open his jaws and sink them into the silver side of the fish, he raised the club high and brought it down heavy on the top of the shark's broad head. He struck the shark once more hard across the point of the nose as he slid down from the fish.
The other shark now came in again with his jaws wide.The old man could see pieces of the meat of the fish spilling white from the corner of his jaws ,
He swung at him and hit only the head and the shark looked at him and wrenched the meat loose.The old man swung the club down on him again
"Come on, galano," the old man said. "Come in again."
The shark came in and the old man hit him as he shut his jaws. He hit him solidly and from as high up as he could raise the club.This time he felt the bone at the base of the brain and he hit him again in the same place. The old man watched but neither shark returned.
He did not want look at the fish,He knew that half of him had been destroyed. The sun had gone down while he had been in the fight with the sharks."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."
He could not talk to the fish anymore because the fish had been ruined too badly.
Then something came into his head. "Half fish," he said. "Fish that you were. I am sorry that I went too far out. I ruined us both. But we have killed many sharks, you and I, and ruined many others.
. I have half of him, he thought. Maybe I'll have the luck to bring the forward half in. I should have some luck. No, he said. You violated your luck when you went too far outside. "Don't be silly," he said aloud. "You may have much luck yet." "I'd like to buy some if there's any place they sell it," he said. What could I by it with? he asked himself. Could I buy it with a lost harpoon and a broken knife and two bad hands? "You might," he said.
"You tried to buy it with eighty-four days at sea. They nearly sold it to you too." He saw the reflected glare of the lights of the city at what must have been around ten o'clock at night.
He steered inside of the glow and he thought that now, soon, he must hit the edge of the stream. Now it is over, he thought. They will probably hit me again. But what can a man do against them in the dark without a weapon?
I hope I do not have to fight again, he thought.But by midnight he fought and this time he knew the fight was useless. They came in a pack,He clubbed desperately at what he could only feel and hear and he felt something seized the club and it was gone.
He jerked the tiller free from the rudder and beat an chopped with it, holding it in both hands and driving it down again and again. One came, finally, against the head itself and he knew that it was over.He swung the tiller across the shark's head ,He swung it once and twice and again.
The shark let go and rolled away. That was the last shark of the pack that came. There was nothing more for them to eat. The old man could hardly breathe now and he felt a strange taste in his mouth. It was coppery and sweet and he was afraid of it for a moment.He spat into the ocean and said, "Eat that, galanos.
He knew he was beaten now finally and without remedy,He put the sack around his shoulders and put the skiff on her course.he had no thoughts nor any feelings of any kind.
He only noticed how lightly and how well the skiff sailed now there was no great weight beside her. He could feel he was inside the current now and he could see the lights of the beach colonies along the shore.
Ernest Hemingway (欧内斯特•海明威 l899～1961)美国小说家。1954年度的诺贝尔文学奖获得者、“新闻体”小说的创始人。