[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1507722769727{margin-bottom: 23px !important;}”]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 eflection 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.lines at and the steady good had the deep-creased scars. They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry. Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad. But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted theirlines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen.
The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Havana. Those who had caught sharks had taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”11660″ img_size=”full” style=”vc_box_rounded” css=”.vc_custom_1508154483781{margin-bottom: 30px !important;}”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image image=”11661″ img_size=”full” style=”vc_box_rounded” css=”.vc_custom_1508154497588{margin-bottom: 30px !important;}”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”11662″ img_size=”full” style=”vc_box_rounded” css=”.vc_custom_1508154510891{margin-bottom: 25px !important;}”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1507722983215{margin-bottom: 15px !important;}”]When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace. They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door. The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1507723032375{margin-bottom: 0px !important;}”]

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Steve Jobs

[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1507727783792{margin-bottom: 17px !important;}”]They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry. Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad. But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]