Trecho do livro "The Old Man and The Sea"

It was dark now as it become dark quicly after the sun sets in September. He lay against the worm wood of the bow and rested all he could. The first stars were out. He dind't not know the name of Rigel but he saw it and knew soon they would all be out and he would have all his distant friends.
"The fish is my friend too," he said aloud. "I have never seen or heard of cuch a fish. But you must kill him. I'm glad we do not have to try to kill the stars."
Imagine if each day a man mist try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born so lucky; he thought.


Ernest Hemingway