Smokin mad weed
... next morning, he had his baits out and was drifting with the current. Hours later, watching his lines, he saw one of the projecting green sticks dip sharply. He reached out for the line, unleashed it from the stick, and let it run gently through his fingers without the fish feeling any tension. A marlin, one hundred fathoms down, was eating the sardines that covered the point and the shank of the hand-forged hook. So began a three-day battle between the old man and the big fish. The old man had to battle thirst and hunger; the loss of sleep; and the pain of cut and bleeding hands and cramped fingers. Pain did not matter—a man could endure; but defeat he could never admit. “Man is not made for defeat,” he said. “A man can be destroyed but not defeated. The Old Man and the Sea is simple, compelling, magnificent. Every word is right. The old man embodies the essential nobility in human striving. The giant fish is the embodiment of what is noble in animate nature. And the sea—la mar, which is what the people call her in Spanish when they love her—was the home of the great fish ...