Thursday, August 17, 2006
Just before it was dark, as they passed a great island of Sargasso weed that heaved and swung in the light sea as though the ocean were making love with something under a yellow blanket, his small line was taken by a dolphin. He saw it first when it jumped in the air, true gold in the last of the sun and bending and flapping wildly in the air.
--Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
The guys went deep sea fishing Tuesday and came home yesterday with a cooler full of dolphin. S. is now writing his story of the trip; next week he'll be reading Santiago's.
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