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The Old Man and The Sea by Ernest Hemingway

The Old Man And The Sea Book Review by Shakthi

“A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”

This is one of the best books I have ever read. It is a short Novel, fiction. This book was written by Hemingway in 1951. It got Pulitzer award. And, this book brought the Nobel prize for the literature to Hemingway.

It is a very small Book(only 48 Pages in Ebook), I read somewhere, Ernest Hemingway modified this book 204 times to sculpture it.

The story line is very simple, An old man couldn’t catch fishes for straight 84 days, and he is going again to catch the fishes on next day. And what happens next is the story.

It is the relation between the man and the sea. It is all about the courage and determination. It teaches a lot of philoshophy, I’m sure everyone will get a different Takeaway from this book.

You can download the book from HERE

Some Lines I like a lot in this book:

But, he thought, I keep them with precision. Only I have no luck any more. But who knows? Maybe today. Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.  

They are moving out too fast and too far. But perhaps I will pick up a stray and perhaps my big fish is around them. My big fish must be somewhere.  

Now is no time to think of baseball, he thought. Now is the time to think of only one thing. That which I was born for. There might be a big one around that school, he thought.  

What I will do if he decides to go down, I don’t know. What I’ll do if he sounds and dies I don’t know. But I’ll do something. There are plenty of things I can do. 

He rested sitting on the un-stepped mast and sail and tried not to think but only to endure.

Then he said aloud, “I wish I had the boy. To help me and to see this.” 

“Fish,” he said softly, aloud, “I’ll stay with you until I am dead.”

“Fish,” he said, “I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends.”

He looked around for the bird now because he would have liked him for company. The bird was gone.  

“God help me to have the cramp go,” he said. “Because I do not know what the fish is going to do.” 

“I am not religious,” he said. “But I will say ten Our [64] Fathers and ten Hail Marys that I should catch this fish, and I promise to make a pilgrimage to the Virgin of Cobre if I catch him. That is a promise.”

Although it is unjust, he thought. But I will show him what a man can do and what a man endures.  
“I told the boy I was a strange old man,” he said.  
“Now is when I must prove it.”  
The thousand times that he had proved it meant nothing. Now he was proving it again. Each time was a new time and he never thought about the past when he was doing it. 

Then he was sorry for the great fish that had nothing to eat and his determination to kill him never relaxed in his sorrow for him. How many people will he feed, he thought. But are they worthy to eat him? No, of course not. There is no one worthy of eating him from the manner of his behaviour and his great dignity. 

“I could not fail myself and die on a fish like this,” he said. “Now that I have him coming so beautifully, God help me endure. I’ll say a hundred Our Fathers and a hundred Hail Marys. But I cannot say them now.  
Consider them said, he thought. I’ll say them later.

I must hold his pain where it is, he thought. Mine does not matter. I can control mine. But his pain could drive him mad.  
“But man is not made for defeat,” he said. “A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”
“Think about something cheerful, old man,” he said. “Every minute now you are closer to home. You sail lighter for the loss of forty pounds.” 

“Now,” he said. “I am still an old man. But I am not unarmed.”
“I shouldn’t have gone out so far, fish,” he said. “Neither for you nor for me. I’m sorry, fish.”
 “I should have brought a stone.” You should have brought many things, he thought. But you did not bring them, old man. Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.  
Now they have beaten me, he thought. I am too old to club sharks to death. But I will try it as long as I have the oars and the short club and the tiller.  

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