ERNEST HEMINGWAY（1899-1961），American author。Between the mid-1920s and the mid-1950s，he produced most of his work，and in 1954 he won the Nobel Prize in Literature。Hemingway's fiction was successful because the characters he presented exhibited authenticity that resonated with his audience。Many ofhis works are classics of American literature。The most famous of Hemingway’s novels are The Sun Also Rises（1926），A Farewell to Arms（1929），The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber（1935），For Whom the Bell Tolls（1940），and The Old Man and the Sea（1951）。
INTRODUCTION
THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA
GREEN HILLS OF AFRICA
PART Ⅰ PURSUIT AND CONVERSATION
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
PART Ⅱ PURSUIT REMEMBERED
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
PART Ⅲ PURSUIT AND FAILURE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
PART Ⅳ PURSUIT AS HAPPINESS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
“Are his eyes that bad？”
“He is almost blind。”
“It is strange，”the old man said。“He never went turtling。
That is what kills the eyes。”
“But you went turtling for years off the Mosquito Coast and your eyes are good。”
“I am a strange old man。”
“But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish？”
“I think so。And there are many tricks。”
“Let us take the stuff home，”the boy said。“So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines。”
They picked up the gear from the boat。The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden box with the coiled，hard-braided brown lines，the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft。The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside。No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and，though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him，the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat。
They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door。The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it。The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack。The shack was made of the tough budshields of the royal palm which are called guano and in it there was a bed，a table，one chair，and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal。On the brown walls of the flattened，overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre。These were relics of his wife。Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lon_ely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean sl-urt。
“What do you have to eat？”the boy asked。
“A pot of yellow rice with fish。Do you want some？”
“No。I will eat at home。Do you want me to make the fire？”
“No。I will make it later on。Or I may eat the rice cold。”
“May I take the cast net？”
“Of course。”
There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it。But they went through this fiction every day。
There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too。“Eighty-five is a lucky number，”the old man said。
“How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds？”
“I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines。Will you sit in the sun in the doorway？”
“Yes。I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball。”
The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too。But the old man brought it out from under the bed。
“Perico gave it to me at the bodega，”he explained。
“I’ll be back when I have the sardines。I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning。When I come back you can tell me about the baseball。”
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