17.He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed. 他很美丽，老人回忆著，还有他以前曾经逗留过。
18.Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, he thought. But that was the thing that I was born for. 或许我不应该成为一个渔夫，他想。但是那是我生来的源由。
19.“ Fish,” he said softly, aloud, “ I ‘ll stay with you until I am dead.” “鱼，”他柔和地说著，却很响亮 ，“我会一直陪伴你直至我死去。”
20.He could feel the steady hard pull of the line and his left hand was cramped. It drew up tight on the heavy cord and he looked at it in disgust.“What kind of a hand is that,” he said. “Cramp then if you want. Make yourself into a claw. It will do you no good.” 他能感觉到支架艰难的拉著，但是他的左手却被夹住了。它被沉重的绳索卷住了，老人嫌恶的看著左手。
21.There is no sense in being anything but practical though, he thought. 著没有了任何知觉……
22.I wish I could feed the fish, he thought. He is my brother. But I must kill him and keep strong to do it. Slowly and conscientiously he ate all of the wedge-shaped strips of fish. 我希望可以饲养这些鱼儿，他想著。他是我的兄弟。但是我必须杀掉他，还有保证强壮的身体来处理它。凭良心，他慢慢的吃掉了所有楔形的细长的鱼。
23.He looked across the sea and knew how alone he was now. But he could see the prisms in the deep dark water and the line stretching ahead and the strange undulation of the calm. The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, the blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.
24.I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one’s own body. It is humiliating before others to have a diarrhoea from ptomaine poisoning or to vomit from. But a cramp, he thought of it as a calambre, humiliates oneself especially when one is alone.
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