ENGL 1000 Lecture Notes - Lecture 5: Bilge, Swim Bladder
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I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper, and its pattern of darker brown was like wallpaper: shapes like full-blown roses stained and lost through age. He was speckled with barnacles, fine rosettes of lime, and infested with tiny white sea-lice, and underneath two or three rags of green weed hung down. While his gills were breathing in the terrible oxygen. The frightening gills, fresh and crisp with blood, that can cut so badly . I thought of the coarse white flesh packed in like feathers, the big bones and the little bones, the dramatic reds and blacks of his shiny entrails, and the pink swim-bladder like a big peony.
