But the old man thought only of his steering and his great tiredness. He had gone out too far and the sharks had beaten him. He knew they would leave him nothing but the stripped skeleton of his great catch.
但老人此时想到的只是掌舵和他自己极度的疲乏。他出海太远了，那些鲨鱼把他打败了。他知道那些鲨鱼除了大马林鱼的空骨架之外，是什么也不会给他留下的。
有时最小的东西占据了心中最大的空间。
我不想成为英雄，我想成为反派。
在粒子和力的舞蹈中，我们找到了宇宙的节奏。