Another time, when our path took us by a tranquil stream, I saw a man sitting and watching his line, seemingly at peace with the world, while next to him, fish he had already caught were flapping helplessly and gasping in the air. My father told me that he could not understand how anyone could enjoy an afternoon spent taking fish out of the water and letting them die slowly.
还有一次，当我们路过一条平静的小溪的时候，我看见一个人静静地坐着盯着浮标，似乎与世无争，但他身边却摆着一堆垂死挣扎着的鱼。父亲说，他不明白为什么一个人能花费整个下午的时间，就是为了想方设法把鱼从水里弄出来并看着它们慢慢死去。