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Geography of . The Old Man and The Sea. by Ernest Hemingway. Mosquito Coast. “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is almost blind.” “It is strange,” the old man said. “He never went turtle-ing. That is what kills the eyes.”
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Geography of The Old Man and The Sea by Ernest Hemingway
Mosquito Coast “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is almost blind.” “It is strange,” the old man said. “He never went turtle-ing. That is what kills the eyes.” “But you went turtle-ing for years off the Mosquito Coast and your eyes are good.” “I am a strange old man.” - p. 10-11
New York “Have faith in the Yankees my son. Think of the great Di Maggio.” - p. 14
Detroit and Cleveland “I fear both Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.” – p. 14
Cincinnati and Chicago “Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sox of Chicago.” - p. 14
Brooklyn and Philadelphia “In the other league, between Brooklyn and Philadelphia I must take Brooklyn.” – p. 18
Africa He was asleep in the a short time and he dreamed of Africa when he was a boy and the long golden beaches and the white beaches, so white they hurt your eyes, and the high capes and the great brown mountains. He lived along that coast now every night and in his dreams he heard the surf roar and saw the native boats come riding through it. He smelled the tar and oakum of the deck as he slept and he smelled the smell of Africa that the land breeze brought at morning. - p. 21
Canary Islands Usually when he smelled the land breeze he woke up and dressed to go and wake the boy. But tonight the smell of the land breeze came early and he knew it was too early in his dream and went on dreaming to see the white peaks of the Islands rising from the sea and then he dreamed of the different harbours and roadsteads of the Canary Islands. - p. 21
Havana, Cuba They were moving more slowly now and the glow of Havana was not so strong, so that he knew the current must be carrying them to the eastward. If I lose the glare of Havana we must be going more to the eastward, he thought. For if the fish’s course held true I must see it for many more hours. – p. 45
Casablanca As the sun set he remembered, to give himself more confidence, the time in the tavern at Casablanca when he had played the hand game with the great Negro from Cienfuegos who was the strongest man on the docks. They had gone one day and one night with their elbows on a chalk line on the table and their forearms straight up and their hands gripped tight. Each one was trying to force the other’s hand down onto the table. - p. 67
