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 the lions on the beach.
They played like young cats in the dusk
and he loved them as he loved the boy.
~ Ernest Hemingway,
The Old Man and the Sea
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 the lions on the beach.
They played like young cats in the dusk
and he loved them as he loved the boy.
~ Ernest Hemingway,
The Old Man and the Sea
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