The sun rose thinly from the sea and the old man could see the other
boats, low on the water and well in toward the shore, spread out across
the current. Then the sun was brighter and the glare came on the water
and then, as it rose clear, the flat sea sent it back at his eyes so
that it hurt sharply and he rowed without looking into it. He looked
down into the water and watched the lines that went straight down into
the dark of the water. He kept them straighter than anyone did, so that
at each level in the darkness of the stream there would be a bait
waiting exactly where he wished it to be for any fish that swam there.
Others let them drift with the current and sometimes they were at sixty
fathoms when the fishermen thought they were at a hundred.
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林彦君