i read The Old Man and The Sea at work today. i had a few hours and figured id handnt read it in awhile.


"Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated."


"He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy."


"But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favors, and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them. The moon affects her as it does a woman, he thought."