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Ernest Hemingway
Chapter One
THEY WERE LIVING at le Grau du Roi then and the hotel was on a canal that ran from the walled city of Aigues Mortes straight down to the sea。 They could see the towers of Aigues Mortes across the low plain of the Camargue and they rode there on their bicycles at some time of nearly every day along the white road that bordered the canal。 In the evenings and the mornings when there was a rising tide sea bass would come into it and they would see the mullet jumping wildly to escape from the bass and watch the swelling bulge of the water as the bass attacked。
A jetty ran out into the blue and pleasant sea and they fished from the jetty and swam on the beach and each day helped the fishermen haul in the long net that brought the fish up onto the long sloping beach。 They drank aperitifs in the cafe on the corner facing the sea and watched the sails of the mackerel fishing boats out in the Gulf of Lions。 It was late in the spring and the mackerel were running and fishing people of the port were very busy。 It was a cheerful and friendly town and the young couple liked the hotel； which had four rooms upstairs and a restaurant and two billiard tables downstairs facing the canal and the light house。 The room they lived in looked like the painting of Van Gogh's room at Arles except there was a double bed and two big windows and you could look out across the water and the marsh and sea meadows to the white town and bright beach of Palavas。
They were always hungry but they ate very well。 They were hungry for breakfast which they ate at the cafe； ordering brioche and cafe au lait and eggs； and the type of preserve that they chose and the manner in which the eggs were to be cooked was an excitement。 They were always so hungry for breakfast that the girl often had a headache until the coffee came。 But the coffee took the headache away。 She took her coffee without sugar and the young man was learning to remember that。
On this morning there was brioche and red raspberry preserve and the eggs were boiled and there was a pat of butter that melted as they stirred them and salted them lightly and ground pepper over them in the cups。 They were big eggs and fresh and the girl's were not cooked quite as long as the young man's。 He remembered that easily and he was happy with his which he diced up with the spoon and ate with only the flow of the butter to moisten them and the fresh early morning texture and the bite of the coarsely ground pepper grains and the hot coffee and the chickory…fragrant bowl of cafe au lait。
The fishing boats were well out。 They had gone out in the dark with the first rising of the breeze and the young man and the girl had wakened and heard them and then curled together under the sheet of the bed and slept again。 They had made love when they were half awake with the light bright outside but the room still shadowed and then had lain together and been happy and tired and then made love again。 Then they were so hungry that they did not think they would live until breakfast and now they were in the cafe eating and watching the sea and the sails and it was a new day again。
〃What are you thinking？〃 the girl asked。
〃Nothing。〃
〃You have to think something。〃
〃I was just feeling。〃
〃How？〃
''Happy。〃
〃But I get so hungry；〃 she said。 〃Is it normal do you think？ Do you always get so hungry when you make love？〃
〃When you love somebody。〃
〃Oh； you know too much about it；〃 she said。
〃I don't care。 I love it and we don't have to worry about any thing do we？〃
〃Nothing。〃
〃What do you think we should do？〃
〃I don't know；〃 he said。 〃What do you？〃
〃I don't care at all。 If you'd like to fish I should write a letter or maybe two and then we could swim before lunch。〃
〃To be hungry？〃
〃Don't say it。 I'm getting hungry already and we haven't finished breakfast。〃
〃We can think about lunch。〃
〃And then after lunch？〃
〃We'll take a nap like good children。〃
〃That's an absolutely new idea；〃 she said。 〃Why have we never thought of that？〃
〃I have these flashes of intuition；〃 he said。 〃I'm the inventive type。
〃I'm the destructive type；〃 she said。 〃And I'm going to destroy you。 They'll put a plaque up on the wall of the building outside the room。 I'm going to wake up in the night and do something to you that you've never even heard of or imagined。 I was going to last night but I was too sleepy。〃
〃You're too sleepy to be dangerous。〃
〃Don't lull yourself into any false security。 Oh darling let's have it hurry up and be lunch time。〃
They sat there in their striped fishermen's shirts and the shorts they had bought in the store that sold marine supplies； and they were very tan and their hair was streaked and faded by the sun and the sea。 Most people thought they were brother and sister until they said they were married。 Some did not believe that they were married and that pleased the girl very much。
In those years only a very few people had ever come to the Mediterranean in the summer time and no one came to le Grau du Roi except a few people from Nimes。 There was no casino and no entertainment and except in the hottest months when people came to swim there was no one at the hotel。 People did not wear fishermen's shirts then and this girl that he was married to was the first girl he had ever seen wearing one。 She had bought the shirts for them and then had washed them in the basin in their room at the hotel to take the stiffness out of them。 They were stiff and built for hard wear but the washings softened them and now they were worn and softened enough so that when he looked at the girl now her breasts showed beautifully against the worn cloth。
No one wore shorts either around the village and the girl could not wear them when they rode their bicycles。 But in the village it did not matter because the people were very friendly and only the local priest disapproved。 But the girl went to mass on Sunday wearing a skirt and a long…sleeved cashmere sweater with her hair covered with a scarf and the young man stood in the back of the church with the men。 They gave twenty francs which was more than a dollar then and since the priest took up the collection himself their attitude toward the church was known and the wearing of shorts in the village was regarded as an eccentricity by foreigners rather than an attempt against the morality of the ports of the Camargue。 The priest did not speak to them when
they wore shorts but he did not denounce them and when they wore trousers in the evening the three of them bowed to each other。
〃I'll go up and write the letters；〃 the girl said and she got up and smiled at the waiter and went out of the cafe。
〃Monsieur is going to fish？〃 the waiter asked when the young man； whose name was David Bourne； called him over and paid him。
〃I think so。 How is the tide？〃
〃This tide is very good；〃 the waiter said。 〃I have some bait if you want it。〃
〃I can get some along the road。〃
〃No。 Use this。 They're sandworms and there are plenty。〃
〃Can you come out？〃
〃I'm on duty now。 But maybe I can come out and see how you do。 You have your gear？〃
〃It's at the hotel。〃
〃Stop by for the worms。
At the hotel the young man wanted to go up to the room and see the girl but instead he found the long； jointed bamboo pole and the basket with his fishing gear behind the desk where the room keys hung and went back out into the brightness of the road and on down to the cafe and out onto the glare of the jetty。 The sun was hot but there was a fresh breeze and the tide was just starting to ebb。 He wished that he had brought a casting rod and spoons so that he might cast out across the flow of the water from the canal over the rocks on the far side but instead he rigged his long pole with its cork and quill float and let a sandworm float gently along at a depth where he thought fish might be feeding。
He fished for some time with no luck and watched the mackerel boats tacking back and forth out on the blue sea and the shadows the high clouds made on the water。 Then his float went under in a sharp descent with the line angling stiffly and he brought the pole up against the pull of a fish that was strong and driving wildly and making the line hiss through the water。 He tried to hold it as lightly as he could and the long pole was bent to the breaking point of the line and trace by the fish which kept trying to go toward the open sea。 The young man walked with him on the jetty to ease the strain but the fish kept pulling so that as he drove a quarter of the rod was forced under water。
The waiter had come from the cafe and was very excited。 He was talking by the young man's side saying； 〃Hold him。 Hold him。 Hold him as softly as you can。 He'll have to tire。 Don't let him break。 Soft with him。 Softly。 Softly。〃
There was no way the young man could be softer with him except to get into the water with the fish and that did not make sense as the canal was deep。 If I could only walk along the bank with him； he thought。 But they had come to the very end of the jetty。 More than half the pole was under water now。
〃Just hold him softly；〃 the waiter pleaded。 〃It's a strong trace。〃 The fish bored deep； ran； zig…zagged and the long bamboo pole bent with his weight an