"It was an old man who fished alone on a boat ... Everything about him was old except his eyes were the color of the sea and were cheerful and indomitable. ... The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him. ...They sat on the terrace ... When the wind came from east, by the establishment for the smell came through the port; but today it felt only slightly because the wind had backed to the north and then it was muffled and the terrace was good and the sun was shining."

The spirit of our club.. taken from "The Old Man and the Sea" Ernest Hemingway