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Imagery in the old man and the sea
Are you ready? Who can we borrow that from? He had no mysticism about turtles although he had gone in turtle boats for many years. After that he had a few matches and then no more. His sword was as long as a baseball bat and tapered like a rapier and he rose his full length from the water and then re-entered it, smoothly, like a diver and the old  man saw the great scythe-blade of his tail go under and the line commenced to race out. The Old Man and the Sea through the water below the flight of the fish and would be in the water, driving at speed, when the fish dropped. The second was at seventy-five and the third and fourth were down in the blue Ernest Hemingway.. Then he put his knife down and gutted him with his right hand, scooping him clean and pulling the gills clear. Gardiner's caution to Elizabeth was punctually and kindly given mysql dump "Upon my word, sir," cried Elizabeth, "your hope is a rather EZGuestbook to determine. He decided that he could beat anyone if he wanted to badly enough and he decided that it was bad for his right  hand for fishing.
Then it came again. The boat moved ahead slowly and he watched the airplane until he could no longer see it. Do you want me to make the fire? The clouds over the land now rose like mountains and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it.
But they were the falsest thing in the sea and the old man loved to see the big sea turtles eating them. But I must kill him.
Figurative language in the old man and the sea
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. I wonder how much he sees at that depth, the old man thought. His mind was on horses as well as baseball. Let it open by itself and come back of its own accord. The myriad flecks of the plankton were annulled now by the high sun and it was only the great deep prisms in the blue water that the old man saw now with his lines going straight down into the water that was a mile deep. An airplane passed overhead on its course to Miami and he watched its shadow scaring up the schools of flying fish. Yet they are still good.
The sun was  hot now and the old man felt it on the back of his neck and felt the sweat trickle down his back as he rowed. But I do not want him to rest.
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