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第1章 The Old Mans Hard Life（第3页）
“MayItakethecastnet?”
“Ofcourse。”
Therewasnocastnetandtheboyrememberedwhentheyhadsoldit。Buttheywentthroughthisfictioneveryday。Therewasnopotofyellowriceandfishandtheboyknewthistoo。
“Eighty-fiveisaluckynumber，”theoldmansaid。“Howwouldyouliketoseemebringoneinthatdressedoutoverathousandpounds?”
“Illgetthecastnetandgoforsardines。Willyousitinthesuninthedoorway?”
“Yes。IhaveyesterdayspaperandIwillreadthebaseball。”
Theboydidnotknowwhetheryesterdayspaperwasafictiontoo。Buttheoldmanbroughtitoutfromunderthebed。
“Pericogaveittomeatthebodega，”heexplained。
“IllbebackwhenIhavethesardines。Illkeepyoursandminetogetheroniceandwecansharetheminthemorning。WhenIcomebackyoucantellmeaboutthebaseball。”
“TheYankeescannotlose。”
“ButIfeartheIndiansofCleveland。”
“HavefaithintheYankeesmyson。ThinkofthegreatDiMaggio。”
“IfearboththeTigersofDetroitandtheIndiansofCleveland。
“BecarefuloryouwillfeareventheRedsofCincinnatiandtheWhiteSoxofChicago。”
“YoustudyitandtellmewhenIcomeback。”
“Doyouthinkweshouldbuyaterminalofthelotterywithaneighty-five?Tomorrowistheeighty-fifthday。”
“Wecandothat，”theboysaid。“Butwhatabouttheeighty-sevenofyourgreatrecord?”
“Itcouldnothappentwice。Doyouthinkyoucanfindaneighty-five?”
“Icanorderone。”
“Onesheet。Thatstwodollarsandahalf。Whocanweborrowthatfrom?”
“Thatseasy。Icanalwaysborrowtwodollarsandahalf。”
“IthinkperhapsIcantoo。ButItrynottoborrow。Firstyouborrow。Thenyoubeg。”
“Keepwarmoldman，”theboysaid。“RememberweareinSeptember。”
“Themonthwhenthegreatfishcome，”theoldmansaid。“AnyonecanbeafishermaninMay。”
“Igonowforthesardines，”theboysaid。
Whentheboycamebacktheoldmanwasasleepinthechairandthesunwasdown。Theboytooktheoldarmyblanketoffthebedandspreaditoverthebackofthechairandovertheoldmansshoulders。Theywerestrangeshoulders，stillpowerfulalthoughveryold，andtheneckwasstillstrongtooandthecreasesdidnotshowsomuchwhentheoldmanwasasleepandhisheadfallenforward。Hisshirthadbeenpatchedsomanytimesthatitwaslikethesailandthepatcheswerefadedtomanydifferentshadesbythesun。Theoldmansheadwasveryoldthoughandwithhiseyesclosedtherewasnolifeinhisface。Thenewspaperlayacrosshiskneesandtheweightofhisarmhelditthereintheeveningbreeze。Hewasbarefooted。
Theboylefthimthereandwhenhecamebacktheoldmanwasstillasleep。
