things
that are
brothers:
the fish
and my two
hands. It
must
uncramp.
It is
unworthy
of it to
be
cramped.
The fish
had slowed
again and
was going
at his
usual
pace. I
wonder why
he jumped,
the old
man
thought.
He jumped
almost as
though to
show me
how big he
was. I
know now,
anyway, he
thought. I
wish I
could show
him what
sort of
man I am.
But then
he would
see the
cramped
hand. Let
him think
I am more
man than I
am and I
will be
so. I wish


