The Old Man and the Sea／老人与海 1
The Snows of Kilimanjaro／乞力马扎罗的雪 84
Old Man at the Bridge／坐在桥边的老人 118
A Days Wait／等待的一天 122
Cat in the Rain／雨中的猫 127
A Simple Inquiry／简单的询问 132
A Clean, Well-Lighted Place／一个干净明亮的地方 136
Indian Camp／印第安人营地 143
The Sea Change／突变 149
After the Storm／暴风过后 156
An Alpine Idyll／阿尔卑斯山牧歌 163
On the Quai at Smyrna／在士麦那码头 171
In Another Country／在异乡 174
Hills Like White Elephants／白象般的群山 181
The Three-Day Blow／三天大风 189
The Battler／拳击家 205
The Light of the World／世上的光 218
The Butterfly and the Tank／蝴蝶与坦克 228
The Killers／杀手 241
Fifty Grand／五万美元 256
The Gambler, the Nun, and the Radio／赌徒、修女和收音机 292
內容試閱：
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boys parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast. The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.
The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.
Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
Santiago, the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff was hauled up. I could go with you again. Weve made some money.
The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him.
No, the old man said. Youre with a lucky boat. Stay with them.
But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.
I remember, the old man said. I know you did not leave me because you doubted.
It was papa made me leave. I am a boy and I must obey him.
I know, the old man said. It is quite normal.
He hasnt much faith.
No, the old man said. But we have. Havent we?
Yes, the boy said. Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then well take the stuff home.
Why not? the old man said. Between fishermen.
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