Happiness In Intelligent People Is The Rarest

You Did Not Kill The Fish Only To Keep Alive And To Sell For Food, He Thought. You Killed Him For Pride And Because You Are A Fisherman. You Loved Him When He Was Alive And You Loved Him After. If You Love Him, It Is Not A Sin To Kill Him. Or Is It More?

No One Should Be Alone In Their Old Age, He Thought.

He Remembered Poor Julian [actually F. Scott Fitzgerald] And His Romantic Awe Of Them And How He Had Started A Story Once That Began, "the Very Rich Are Different From You And Me." And How Someone Had Said To Julian, "yes, They Have More Money."

The Sea Is The Same As It Has Been Since Before Men Ever Went On It In Boats.

All Stories, If Continued Far Enough, End In Death.