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Bài viết Ứng dụng mô hình UTAUT mở rộng vào môi trường mua sắm trực tuyến: Vai trò của tính kích thích đến hành vi mua hàng ngẫu hứng và hành vi mua hàng liên tục của người tiêu dùng Việt Nam nghiên cứu các nhân tố liên quan tới hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến, cụ thể là mua hàng ngẫu hứng và liên lục, sẽ mang lại cơ sở tham khảo và phân tích sâu giúp... 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He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish In the first forty days a boy had been with him But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords But none of these scars were fresh They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff w We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him “No,” the old man said “You’re with a lucky boat Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said “But we have Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Ha taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there [11] was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace “Santiago,” the boy said “Yes,” the old man said He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago “Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?” “No Go and play baseball I can still row and Rogelio will throw the net.” “I would like to go If I cannot fish with you I would like to serve in some way.” “You bought me a beer,” the old man said “You are already a man.” “How old was I when you first took me in a boat?” “Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces Can you remember?” “I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing I can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over me.” [12] “Can ỨNG DỤNG MÔ HÌNH UTAUT MỞ RỘNG VÀO MƠI TRƯỜNG MUA SẮM TRỰC TUYẾN: VAI TRỊ CỦA TÍNH KÍCH THÍCH ĐẾN HÀNH VI MUA HÀNG NGẪU HỨNG VÀ HÀNH VI MUA HÀNG LIÊN TỤC CỦA NGƯỜI TIÊU DÙNG VIỆT NAM it to you?” “I remember everything from when we first went together.” The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes “If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said “But you are your father’s and your mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.” “May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.” “I have mine left from today I put them in salt in the box.” “Let me get four fresh ones.” “One,” the old man said His hope and his confidence had never gone But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises “Two,” the boy said “Two,” the old man agreed “You didn’t steal them?” “I would,” the boy said “But I bought these.” “Thank you,” the old man said He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility But he [13] knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride “Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said “Where are you going?” the boy asked “Far out to come in when the wind shifts I want to be out before it is light.” “I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said “Then if you hook something truly big we can come to your aid.” “He does not like to work too far out.” “No,” the boy said “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him to come out after dolphin.” “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is 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.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I am a strange old man” “But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?” “I think so And there are many tricks.” [14] “Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said “So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.” They picked up the gear from the boat The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack The shack was made of the toug called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered [15] guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre These were relics of his wife Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt “What you have to eat?” the boy asked “A pot of yellow rice with fish Do you want some?” “No I will eat at home Do you want me to make the fire?” “No I will make it later on Or I may eat the rice cold.” “May I take the cast net?” “Of course.” There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it But they went through this fiction every day There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too “Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said “How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?” “I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?” [16] “Yes I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.” The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too But the old man brought it out from under the bed “Perico gave it t back when I have the sardines I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning When I come back you can tell me about the baseball.” “The Yankees cannot lose.” “But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.” “Have faith in the Yankees my son Think of the great DiMaggio.” “I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.” “Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.” “You study it and tell me when I come back.” “Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.” “We can that,” the boy said “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?” [17] “It could not happen twice Do you think you can find an eighty-five?” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I can order one “One sheet That’s two dollars and a half Who can we borrow that from?” “That’s easy I can always borrow two dollars and a half.” “I think perhaps I can too But I try not to borrow First you borrow Then you beg.” “Keep warm old man,” the boy said “Remember we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” “I go now for the sardines,” the boy said When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down The boy took the over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun The [18] old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze He was barefooted The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep “Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away Then he smiled “What have you got?” he asked “Supper,” said the boy “We’re going to have supper.” “I’m not very hungry.” “Come on and eat You can’t fish and not eat.” “I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it Then he started to fold the blanket “Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.” “Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said “What are we eating?” “Black beans and rice, fried ba brought them in a two-decker metal container from the Terrace The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set “Who gave this to you?” “Martin The owner.” “I must thank him.” “I thanked him already,” the boy said “You don’t need to thank him.” “I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said “Has he done this for us more than once?” “I think so.” “I must give him something more than the belly meat then He is very thoughtful for us.” “He sent two beers.” “I like the beer in cans best.” “I know But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.” “That’s very kind of you,” the old man said “Should we eat?” “I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.” [20] “I’m ready now,” the old man said “I only needed time to wash.” Where did you wash? the boy thought The village water supply was two streets down the road I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel Why am I so Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket “Your stew is excellent,” the old man said “Tell me about the baseball,” the boy asked him “In the American League it is the Yan “They lost today,” the boy told him “That means nothing The great DiMaggio is himself again.” “They have other men on the team.” “Naturally But he makes the difference In the other league, between Brooklyn and Philadelphia I must take Brooklyn But then I think of Dick Sisler and those great drives In the old park.” “There was nothing ever like them He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.” “Do you remember when he used to come to the Terrace?” [21] “I wanted to take him fishing but I was too timid to ask him Then I asked you to ask him and you were too timid.” “I know It was a great mistake He might have gone with us Then we would have that for all of our lives.” “I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing,” the old man said “They say his father was a fisherman Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.” “The great Sisler’s father was never poor and he, the father, was playing in the Big Leagues when he was my age.” “When I was your age I was before the mast on a square rigged ship that ran to Africa and I have seen lions on the beaches in the evening.” “I know You told me.” “Should we talk about Africa or about baseball?” “Baseball I think,” the boy said “Tell me about the great John J McGraw.” He said Jota for J “He used to come to the Terrace sometimes too in the older days But he was rough and drinking His mind was on horses as well as baseball At least he carried lists of [22] horses at all times in his pocket and frequently spoke the names of horses on the telephone.” “He was a great manager,” the boy said “My father thinks he was the greatest.” “Because he came here the most times,” the old man said “If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager.” “Who is the greatest manager, really, Luque or Mike Gonzalez?” “I think they are equal.” “And the best fisherman is you.” “No I know others better.” “Que Va,” the boy said “There are many good fishermen and some great ones But there is only you.” “Thank you You make me happy I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.” “There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.” “I may not be as strong as I think,” the old man said “But I know many tricks and I have resolution.” “You ought to go to bed now so that you will be fresh in the morning I will take the things back to the Terrace.” [23] “Good night then I will wake you in the morning.” “You’re my alarm clock,” the boy said Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said “Why old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?” “I don’t know,” the boy said “All I know is that young boys sleep la man said “I’ll waken you in time.” “I not like for him to waken me It is as though I were inferior.” “I know.” “Sleep well old man.” The boy went out They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow, putting the newspaper inside them He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed He was asleep in 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 [24] 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 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 very 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 He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, n strength, nor of his wife He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beach They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy He never dreamed about the boy He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on He urinated outside the shack and then went up the road to wake the boy He was shivering with the morning cold But he knew he would shiver himself warm and that soon he would be rowing The door of the house where the boy lived was unlocked and he opened it and walked in quietly with his [25] bare feet The boy was asleep on a cot in the first room and the old man could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon He took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at him The old man nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and, sitting on the bed, pulled them on The old man went out the door and the boy came after him He was sleepy and the old man put his arm across his shoulders and said, “I am sorry.” “Qua Va,” the boy said “It is what a man must do.” They walked down the road to the old man’s shack and all along the road, in the dark, barefoot men were moving, carrying the masts of their boats When they reached the old man’s shack the boy Lương Thu Hà Trường Đại học Kinh tế Quốc dân Email: haluongthu@neu.edu.vn Nguyễn Ngọc Phương Thảo Trường Đại học Kinh tế Quốc dân Email: npt10102@gmail.com Đàm Vũ Đức Hiếu Trường Đại học Kinh tế Quốc dân Email: hieudvd1911@gmail.com Đào Yến Nhung Trường Đại học Kinh tế Quốc dân Email: nhugnyd@gmail.com harpoon and gaff and the old man carried the mast with the furled sail on his shoulder “Do you want coffee?” the boy asked “We’ll put the gear in the boat and then get some.” They had coffee from condensed milk cans at an early morning place that served fishermen “How did you sleep old man?” the boy asked He [26] was waking up now although it was still hard for him to leave his sleep “Very well, Manolin,” the old man said “I feel confident today.” “So I,” the boy said “Now I must get your sardines and mine and your fresh baits He brings our gear himself He never wants anyone to carry anything.” “We’re different,” the old man said “I let you carry things when you were five years old.” Mã bài: JED - 53 Ngày nhận: 03/3/2021 Ngày nhận sửa: 26/3/2021 Ngày duyệt đăng: 05/9/2021 Tóm tắt: Dựa Lý thuyết chấp nhận sử dụng công nghệ (UTAUT) (Venkatesh & cộng sự, 2003) biến Tính kích thích, nhóm tác giả xây dựng mơ hình nghiên cứu Các nhân tố ảnh hưởng tới hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng liên tục người tiêu dùng Việt Nam Qua đó, nhóm đặt giả thuyết chứng thực mối liên kết biến độc lập: Tính hữu ích, Tính dễ sử dụng, Ảnh hưởng xã hội, Điều kiện vật chất hỗ trợ, Tính kích thích, biến phụ thuộc: Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến, Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng liên tục Kết hồi quy tuyến tính đa biến gồm 583 quan sát cho thấy, Tính dễ sử dụng, Tính hữu ích Tính kích thích đóng vai trị quan trọng tới Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng liên tục người tiêu dùng Từ khóa: hành vi mua hàng, hành vi mua hàng ngẫu hứng, hành vi mua hàng liên tục, mua hàng trực tuyến, UTAUT, Việt Nam Mã JEL: D11 Applying the extended UTAUT model to the online shopping environment: The role of Stimulus in Impulsive and Compulsive buying behaviors of Vietnamese consumers Abstract Based on The Theory of Adoption and Use of Technology (UTAUT) (Venkatesh et al., 2003) and the new variable Stimulus, this paper builds a research model regarding the Factors affecting the online impulsive and online compulsive buying behaviors of Vietnamese consumers The authors hypothesized and verified the relationship between the independent variables: Performance Expectancy, Effort Expectancy, Social Influence, Facilitating Conditions, Stimulus, and the dependent variables: Online Buying Intention, Online Impulsive and Online Compulsive Buying Behavior The results, which were obtained from multiple regression analysis based on research sample of 583 observations, revealed that Effort Expectancy, Performance Expectancy and Stimulus play a crucial role in shaping the Vietnamese consumers’ online impulsive and online compulsive buying behaviors Keywords: Buying behavior, compulsive buying behavior, impulsive buying behavior, online buying, UTAUT, Vietnam JEL code: D11 Số 291 tháng 9/2021 66 He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish In the first forty days a boy had been with him But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords But none of these scars were fresh They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff w We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him “No,” the old man said “You’re with a lucky boat Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said “But we have Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Ha taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there [11] was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace “Santiago,” the boy said “Yes,” the old man said He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago “Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?” “No Go and play baseball I can still row and Rogelio will throw the net.” “I would like to go If I cannot fish with you I would like to serve in some way.” “You bought me a beer,” the old man said “You are already a man.” “How old was I when you first took me in a boat?” “Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces Can you remember?” “I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing I can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over me.” [12] “Can Giới thiệu it to you?” “I remember everything from when we first went together.” The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes “If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said “But you are your father’s and your mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.” “May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.” “I have mine left from today I put them in salt in the box.” “Let me get four fresh ones.” “One,” the old man said His hope and his confidence had never gone But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises “Two,” the boy said “Two,” the old man agreed “You didn’t steal them?” “I would,” the boy said “But I bought these.” “Thank you,” the old man said He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility But he [13] knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride “Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said “Where are you going?” the boy asked “Far out to come in when the wind shifts I want to be out before it is light.” “I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said “Then if you hook something truly big we can come to your aid.” “He does not like to work too far out.” “No,” the boy said “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him to come out after dolphin.” “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is 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.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I am a strange old man” “But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?” “I think so And there are many tricks.” [14] “Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said “So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.” They picked up the gear from the boat The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack The shack was made of the toug Trong bối cảnh nay, xu hướng mua hàng trực tuyến Việt Nam số lượng người tiếp cận, sử dụng kênh mua sắm trực tuyến ngày nhiều Khảo sát Global Data cho thấy, năm 2020, doanh số bán hàng tảng thương mại điện tử Việt Nam tăng 30,3%, đạt mức 13,1 tỷ USD Trước mua hàng trực tuyến xuất hiện, hành vi mua hàng ngẫu hứng nghiên cứu cửa hàng (Rook & Fisher, 1995) Tuy nhiên, so với trực tiếp, môi trường trực tuyến tạo điều kiện thuận lợi cho hành vi mua sắm ngẫu hứng (Liu & cộng sự, 2013) Hơn nữa, phát triển nhanh chóng thương mại điện tử tiến công nghệ thông tin khiến hành vi trở nên phổ biến hết (Chan & cộng sự, 2017) called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered [15] guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre These were relics of his wife Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt “What you have to eat?” the boy asked “A pot of yellow rice with fish Do you want some?” “No I will eat at home Do you want me to make the fire?” “No I will make it later on Or I may eat the rice cold.” “May I take the cast net?” “Of course.” There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it But they went through this fiction every day There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too “Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said “How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?” “I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?” [16] “Yes I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.” The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too But the old man brought it out from under the bed “Perico gave it t back when I have the sardines I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning When I come back you can tell me about the baseball.” “The Yankees cannot lose.” “But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.” “Have faith in the Yankees my son Think of the great DiMaggio.” “I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.” “Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.” “You study it and tell me when I come back.” “Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.” “We can that,” the boy said “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?” [17] “It could not happen twice Do you think you can find an eighty-five?” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I can order one “One sheet That’s two dollars and a half Who can we borrow that from?” “That’s easy I can always borrow two dollars and a half.” “I think perhaps I can too But I try not to borrow First you borrow Then you beg.” “Keep warm old man,” the boy said “Remember we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” “I go now for the sardines,” the boy said When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down The boy took the over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun The [18] old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze He was barefooted The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep “Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away Then he smiled “What have you got?” he asked “Supper,” said the boy “We’re going to have supper.” “I’m not very hungry.” “Come on and eat You can’t fish and not eat.” “I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it Then he started to fold the blanket “Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.” “Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said “What are we eating?” “Black beans and rice, fried ba brought them in a two-decker metal container from the Terrace The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set “Who gave this to you?” “Martin The owner.” “I must thank him.” “I thanked him already,” the boy said “You don’t need to thank him.” “I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said “Has he done this for us more than once?” “I think so.” “I must give him something more than the belly meat then He is very thoughtful for us.” “He sent two beers.” “I like the beer in cans best.” “I know But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.” “That’s very kind of you,” the old man said “Should we eat?” “I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.” [20] “I’m ready now,” the old man said “I only needed time to wash.” Where did you wash? the boy thought The village water supply was two streets down the road I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel Why am I so Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket “Your stew is excellent,” the old man said “Tell me about the baseball,” the boy asked him “In the American League it is the Yan “They lost today,” the boy told him “That means nothing The great DiMaggio is himself again.” “They have other men on the team.” “Naturally But he makes the difference In the other league, between Brooklyn and Philadelphia I must take Brooklyn But then I think of Dick Sisler and those great drives In the old park.” “There was nothing ever like them He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.” “Do you remember when he used to come to the Terrace?” [21] “I wanted to take him fishing but I was too timid to ask him Then I asked you to ask him and you were too timid.” “I know It was a great mistake He might have gone with us Then we would have that for all of our lives.” “I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing,” the old man said “They say his father was a fisherman Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.” “The great Sisler’s father was never poor and he, the father, was playing in the Big Leagues when he was my age.” “When I was your age I was before the mast on a square rigged ship that ran to Africa and I have seen lions on the beaches in the evening.” “I know You told me.” “Should we talk about Africa or about baseball?” “Baseball I think,” the boy said “Tell me about the great John J McGraw.” He said Jota for J “He used to come to the Terrace sometimes too in the older days But he was rough and drinking His mind was on horses as well as baseball At least he carried lists of [22] horses at all times in his pocket and frequently spoke the names of horses on the telephone.” “He was a great manager,” the boy said “My father thinks he was the greatest.” “Because he came here the most times,” the old man said “If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager.” “Who is the greatest manager, really, Luque or Mike Gonzalez?” “I think they are equal.” “And the best fisherman is you.” “No I know others better.” “Que Va,” the boy said “There are many good fishermen and some great ones But there is only you.” “Thank you You make me happy I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.” “There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.” “I may not be as strong as I think,” the old man said “But I know many tricks and I have resolution.” “You ought to go to bed now so that you will be fresh in the morning I will take the things back to the Terrace.” [23] “Good night then I will wake you in the morning.” “You’re my alarm clock,” the boy said Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said “Why old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?” “I don’t know,” the boy said “All I know is that young boys sleep la man said “I’ll waken you in time.” “I not like for him to waken me It is as though I were inferior.” “I know.” “Sleep well old man.” The boy went out They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow, putting the newspaper inside them He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed He was asleep in 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 [24] 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 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 very 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 He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, n strength, nor of his wife He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beach They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy He never dreamed about the boy He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on He urinated outside the shack and then went up the road to wake the boy He was shivering with the morning cold But he knew he would shiver himself warm and that soon he would be rowing The door of the house where the boy lived was unlocked and he opened it and walked in quietly with his [25] bare feet The boy was asleep on a cot in the first room and the old man could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon He took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at him The old man nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and, sitting on the bed, pulled them on The old man went out the door and the boy came after him He was sleepy and the old man put his arm across his shoulders and said, “I am sorry.” “Qua Va,” the boy said “It is what a man must do.” They walked down the road to the old man’s shack and all along the road, in the dark, barefoot men were moving, carrying the masts of their boats When they reached the old man’s shack the boy harpoon and gaff and the old man carried the mast with the furled sail on his shoulder “Do you want coffee?” the boy asked “We’ll put the gear in the boat and then get some.” They had coffee from condensed milk cans at an early morning place that served fishermen “How did you sleep old man?” the boy asked He [26] was waking up now although it was still hard for him to leave his sleep “Very well, Manolin,” the old man said “I feel confident today.” “So I,” the boy said “Now I must get your sardines and mine and your fresh baits He brings our gear himself He never wants anyone to carry anything.” “We’re different,” the old man said “I let you carry things when you were five years old.” Ngày nay, mua sắm khơng cịn đơn hành động mà trở thành thói quen dẫn đến hành vi bất thường gọi mua hàng liên tục (Black & cộng sự, 2012) Kukar-Kinney & cộng (2012) cho rằng, người mua liên tục có xu hướng mua trực tuyến nhiều so với người mua khơng liên tục Những tiện ích mà cơng nghệ đem lại giúp khách hàng toàn giới, có Việt Nam, mua sắm nhanh chóng dễ dàng Từ năm 2020, với bùng phát đại dịch COVID-19, hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến liên tục có sức ảnh hưởng khơng nhỏ tới xu hướng mua sắm trực tuyến, tiếp rõ ảnh hưởng tới bên mua hàng, bên bán hàng bên cung cấp tảng để hợp thức hóa việc mua hàng (Celik & Kose, 2021) Venkatesh & cộng (2003) cho rằng, mơ hình UTAUT đạt tới giới hạn việc giải thích hành vi tiêu dùng cần mở rộng để xây dựng sở lý thuyết bao qt Vì thế, nhóm nghiên cứu thực vấn sâu 20 người tiêu dùng Hà Nội nhằm tìm nhân tố có ảnh hưởng đến ý định mua hàng trực tuyến họ Kết cho thấy, đa phần người tiêu dùng cho kích thích mơi trường trực tuyến tương tác, độ tin cậy, thời gian phản hồi, hoạt động trực quan,… yếu tố có tác động rõ ràng Vì vậy, biến Tính kích thích kết hợp vào mơ hình nhằm nâng cao khả ứng dụng tổng quát nghiên cứu Với lý mục tiêu trên, nghiên cứu nhân tố liên quan tới hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến, cụ thể mua hàng ngẫu hứng liên lục, mang lại sở tham khảo phân tích sâu giúp phát triển sách phù hợp cho phát triển thương mại điện tử kinh tế số Việt Nam Tổng quan nghiên cứu 2.1 Cơ sở lý thuyết 2.1.1 Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến Ý định động lực ảnh hưởng đến việc hình thành hành vi định sử dụng số để xem mức độ người phải mong muốn nỗ lực nhằm thực hành vi (Ajzen, 1991) Trong viết này, ý định mua hàng định nghĩa sẵn lòng mua mặt hàng cá nhân (Tirtiroglu & Elbeck, 2008) Dựa lập luận Zwass (1998) Pavlou (2003), ý định mua hàng trực tuyến ý định sẵn sàng người tiêu dùng việc xây dựng mối quan hệ thực giao dịch với nhà bán lẻ trang web họ 2.1.2 Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng Hành vi mua hàng ngẫu hứng hành vi khơng có kế hoạch dựa cảm xúc, thường tích cực, người mua hàng Đặc điểm hành vi tính thiên vị chủ quan định nhanh chóng có lợi cho việc sở hữu (Rook & Hoch, 1985; Rook 1987) Để ủng hộ thực tế 40% chi tiêu trực tuyến người tiêu dùng kết việc mua sắm ngẫu hứng, Liu & cộng (2013) lập luận môi trường trực tuyến tạo nhiều điều kiện thuận lợi cho hành vi mua hàng ngẫu hứng việc mua sắm cửa hàng Sự chuyển đổi xảy người tiêu dùng tận hưởng phát triển nhanh chóng mạnh mẽ công nghệ thông tin, thương mại điện tử đổi phương thức toán trực tuyến (Adlaac & cộng sự, 2003) Do vậy, người tiêu dùng có xu hướng thích mua sắm nhu cầu thực tế họ (Beatty & Ferrell, 1998) 2.1.3 Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến liên tục Giới thiệu lần đầu Kraepelin, hành vi mua hàng liên tục xuất từ kỉ trước vào năm 1915 Vì vậy, nhiều nghiên cứu có đóng góp đáng kể cho lí thuyết cung cấp sở thực Số 291 tháng 9/2021 67 He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish In the first forty days a boy had been with him But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords But none of these scars were fresh They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff w We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him “No,” the old man said “You’re with a lucky boat Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said “But we have Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Ha taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there [11] was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace “Santiago,” the boy said “Yes,” the old man said He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago “Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?” “No Go and play baseball I can still row and Rogelio will throw the net.” “I would like to go If I cannot fish with you I would like to serve in some way.” “You bought me a beer,” the old man said “You are already a man.” “How old was I when you first took me in a boat?” “Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces Can you remember?” “I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing I can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over me.” [12] “Can nghiệm quan trọng sau Đáng ý nhất, mua hàng liên tục định nghĩa “một hành vi mua hàng thường xuyên, lặp lặp lại xảy phản ứng với kiện cảm giác tiêu cực” (O’Guinn & Faber, 1989), thông qua việc mua sản phẩm với số lượng lớn mà người khơng cần khơng có khả chi trả (Hoyer & MacInnis, 2007) Ngày nay, người tiêu dùng thường xuyên tiếp xúc với tiến công nghệ thông tin thương mại điện tử nỗ lực tiếp thị tập đoàn đa quốc gia Do đó, khơng có ngạc nhiên thấy xu hướng phát triển hành vi tiêu dùng bất thường, chẳng hạn mua hàng liên tục, kích hoạt gia tăng mức độ thương mại hóa việc tiếp thị qua Internet Có thể nói, mơi trường trực tuyến lên yếu tố kích thích lớn đến hành vi mua hàng liên tục người tiêu dùng (Bighiu, 2015) 2.2 Ứng dụng mơ hình UTAUT biến Tính kích thích nghiên cứu hành vi mua sắm người tiêu dùng 2.2.1 Mơ hình UTAUT Mơ hình lý thuyết chấp nhận sử dụng công nghệ (UTAUT) phát triển sở tám thuyết mơ hình nhằm giải thích chấp nhận cơng nghệ (Venkatesh & cộng sự, 2003) Tuy ban đầu áp dụng cho bối cảnh tổ chức, khả giải thích mơ hình hành vi người tiêu dùng đạt tới 70%, hiệu tất mô hình trước (Venkatesh & cộng sự, 2003) Lý thuyết xác định bốn yếu tố gồm Tính hữu ích (PE), Tính dễ sử dụng (EE), Ảnh hưởng xã hội (SI) Điều kiện vật chất hỗ trợ (FC) Ttrong PE, EE SI tác động trực tiếp lên Ý định hành vi (IN), FC IN chứng minh yếu tố định đến Hành vi sử dụng thực tế 2.2.2 Điểm nghiên cứu ứng dụng mơ hình UTAUT biến Tính kích thích Escobar-Rodríguez & Carvajal-Trujillo (2014) áp dụng mơ hình UTAUT để nghiên cứu yếu tố ảnh hưởng đến hành vi sử dụng trang web hàng không giá rẻ để đặt chuyến bay khách hàng Phát cho thấy, mức độ ảnh hưởng lên ý định đặt vé theo thứ tự giảm dần là: Tính hữu ích, Tính dễ sử dụng Ảnh hưởng xã hội Cịn với hành vi mua vé trực tuyến, Ý định mua hàng kết luận có ảnh hưởng lớn Điều kiện vật chất hỗ trợ Nghiên cứu Chen & Yao (2018) sử dụng tính kích thích đặc điểm tảng đấu giá trực tuyến (tính tiện lợi, dễ sử dụng sẵn có thơng tin) hành động quảng bá (tính khan giá khuyến mãi) Kết quả, kính thích đề xuất có ảnh hưởng tích cực đến tâm lí người mua trừ giá khuyến Cuối cùng, có xu hướng mua cảm thấy tích cực mua hàng ngẫu hứng bộc lộ hành vi trình mua hàng trực tuyến họ Với chủ đề mua hàng liên tục mạng xã hội, Umer & Attiq (2018) giả định kích thích (vốn xã hội giao tiếp đồng đẳng) tác động đến cảm giác thích thú thơi thúc mua hàng đến hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến liên tục Kết quả, gia tăng vốn xã hội giao tiếp đồng đẳng ảnh hưởng tích cực đến nhận thức thích thú, thơi thúc họ mua hàng Và với ảnh hưởng thuận chiều có ý nghĩa, thúc mua hàng kết luận yếu tố dự báo đáng kể cho yếu tố phi lý trí hành vi mua hàng liên tục Để nghiên cứu hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến, mơ hình hành vi chấp nhận sử dụng cơng nghệ (UTAUT) nên sử dụng Ví dụ, biến SI đánh giá ảnh hưởng xã hội lên ý định mua hàng có ý nghĩa khơng nhỏ Việt Nam, nơi lượng lớn người tiêu dùng mua đồ theo xu hướng chạy theo đám đơng thay mục đích sử dụng thực Tuy vậy, hai hành vi đo lường nghiên cứu - Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng liên tục, hành vi có tính chọn lọc đặc thù, nên ứng dụng đơn lẻ mơ hình UTAUT khơng giải thích đủ yếu tố tiềm khác Cần phải nhấn mạnh rằng, tính kích thích từ mơi trường trực tuyến hình ảnh trình bày, dễ dàng tham khảo so sánh hay mức độ an toàn uy tín - điều mà PE hay EE mơ hình UTAUT chưa ước lượng - thực nghiệm chứng minh có tác động đáng kể đến hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng liên tục (Zimmerman, 2012; Luo cộng sự, 2018) Vì thế, kết hợp mơ hình UTAUT biến Tính kích thích nhóm tác giả kì vọng giúp mơ hình nghiên cứu hồn thiện Mơ hình nghiên cứu Nhóm tác giả xây dựng mơ hình nghiên cứu cuối với biến độc lập biến phụ thuộc, biến từ mơ hình UTAUT: Tính hữu ích (PE), Tính dễ sử dụng (EE), Ảnh hưởng xã hội (SI), Điều kiện vật chất hỗ trợ (FC) biến Tính kích thích (ST) sở điều kiện phù hợp với thị trường Việt Nam it to you?” “I remember everything from when we first went together.” The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes “If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said “But you are your father’s and your mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.” “May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.” “I have mine left from today I put them in salt in the box.” “Let me get four fresh ones.” “One,” the old man said His hope and his confidence had never gone But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises “Two,” the boy said “Two,” the old man agreed “You didn’t steal them?” “I would,” the boy said “But I bought these.” “Thank you,” the old man said He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility But he [13] knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride “Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said “Where are you going?” the boy asked “Far out to come in when the wind shifts I want to be out before it is light.” “I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said “Then if you hook something truly big we can come to your aid.” “He does not like to work too far out.” “No,” the boy said “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him to come out after dolphin.” “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is 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.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I am a strange old man” “But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?” “I think so And there are many tricks.” [14] “Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said “So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.” They picked up the gear from the boat The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack The shack was made of the toug called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered [15] guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre These were relics of his wife Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt “What you have to eat?” the boy asked “A pot of yellow rice with fish Do you want some?” “No I will eat at home Do you want me to make the fire?” “No I will make it later on Or I may eat the rice cold.” “May I take the cast net?” “Of course.” There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it But they went through this fiction every day There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too “Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said “How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?” “I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?” [16] “Yes I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.” The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too But the old man brought it out from under the bed “Perico gave it t back when I have the sardines I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning When I come back you can tell me about the baseball.” “The Yankees cannot lose.” “But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.” “Have faith in the Yankees my son Think of the great DiMaggio.” “I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.” “Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.” “You study it and tell me when I come back.” “Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.” “We can that,” the boy said “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?” [17] “It could not happen twice Do you think you can find an eighty-five?” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I can order one “One sheet That’s two dollars and a half Who can we borrow that from?” “That’s easy I can always borrow two dollars and a half.” “I think perhaps I can too But I try not to borrow First you borrow Then you beg.” “Keep warm old man,” the boy said “Remember we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” “I go now for the sardines,” the boy said When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down The boy took the over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun The [18] old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze He was barefooted The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep “Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away Then he smiled “What have you got?” he asked “Supper,” said the boy “We’re going to have supper.” “I’m not very hungry.” “Come on and eat You can’t fish and not eat.” “I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it Then he started to fold the blanket “Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.” “Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said “What are we eating?” “Black beans and rice, fried ba brought them in a two-decker metal container from the Terrace The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set “Who gave this to you?” “Martin The owner.” “I must thank him.” “I thanked him already,” the boy said “You don’t need to thank him.” “I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said “Has he done this for us more than once?” “I think so.” “I must give him something more than the belly meat then He is very thoughtful for us.” “He sent two beers.” “I like the beer in cans best.” “I know But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.” “That’s very kind of you,” the old man said “Should we eat?” “I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.” [20] “I’m ready now,” the old man said “I only needed time to wash.” Where did you wash? the boy thought The village water supply was two streets down the road I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel Why am I so Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket “Your stew is excellent,” the old man said “Tell me about the baseball,” the boy asked him “In the American League it is the Yan “They lost today,” the boy told him “That means nothing The great DiMaggio is himself again.” “They have other men on the team.” “Naturally But he makes the difference In the other league, between Brooklyn and Philadelphia I must take Brooklyn But then I think of Dick Sisler and those great drives In the old park.” “There was nothing ever like them He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.” “Do you remember when he used to come to the Terrace?” [21] “I wanted to take him fishing but I was too timid to ask him Then I asked you to ask him and you were too timid.” “I know It was a great mistake He might have gone with us Then we would have that for all of our lives.” “I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing,” the old man said “They say his father was a fisherman Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.” “The great Sisler’s father was never poor and he, the father, was playing in the Big Leagues when he was my age.” “When I was your age I was before the mast on a square rigged ship that ran to Africa and I have seen lions on the beaches in the evening.” “I know You told me.” “Should we talk about Africa or about baseball?” “Baseball I think,” the boy said “Tell me about the great John J McGraw.” He said Jota for J “He used to come to the Terrace sometimes too in the older days But he was rough and drinking His mind was on horses as well as baseball At least he carried lists of [22] horses at all times in his pocket and frequently spoke the names of horses on the telephone.” “He was a great manager,” the boy said “My father thinks he was the greatest.” “Because he came here the most times,” the old man said “If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager.” “Who is the greatest manager, really, Luque or Mike Gonzalez?” “I think they are equal.” “And the best fisherman is you.” “No I know others better.” “Que Va,” the boy said “There are many good fishermen and some great ones But there is only you.” “Thank you You make me happy I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.” “There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.” “I may not be as strong as I think,” the old man said “But I know many tricks and I have resolution.” “You ought to go to bed now so that you will be fresh in the morning I will take the things back to the Terrace.” [23] “Good night then I will wake you in the morning.” “You’re my alarm clock,” the boy said Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said “Why old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?” “I don’t know,” the boy said “All I know is that young boys sleep la man said “I’ll waken you in time.” “I not like for him to waken me It is as though I were inferior.” “I know.” “Sleep well old man.” The boy went out They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow, putting the newspaper inside them He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed He was asleep in 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 [24] 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 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 very 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 He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, n strength, nor of his wife He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beach They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy He never dreamed about the boy He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on He urinated outside the shack and then went up the road to wake the boy He was shivering with the morning cold But he knew he would shiver himself warm and that soon he would be rowing The door of the house where the boy lived was unlocked and he opened it and walked in quietly with his [25] bare feet The boy was asleep on a cot in the first room and the old man could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon He took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at him The old man nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and, sitting on the bed, pulled them on The old man went out the door and the boy came after him He was sleepy and the old man put his arm across his shoulders and said, “I am sorry.” “Qua Va,” the boy said “It is what a man must do.” They walked down the road to the old man’s shack and all along the road, in the dark, barefoot men were moving, carrying the masts of their boats When they reached the old man’s shack the boy harpoon and gaff and the old man carried the mast with the furled sail on his shoulder “Do you want coffee?” the boy asked “We’ll put the gear in the boat and then get some.” They had coffee from condensed milk cans at an early morning place that served fishermen “How did you sleep old man?” the boy asked He [26] was waking up now although it was still hard for him to leave his sleep “Very well, Manolin,” the old man said “I feel confident today.” “So I,” the boy said “Now I must get your sardines and mine and your fresh baits He brings our gear himself He never wants anyone to carry anything.” “We’re different,” the old man said “I let you carry things when you were five years old.” Số 291 tháng 9/2021 68 He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish In the first forty days a boy had been with him But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords But none of these scars were fresh They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff w Mô hình nghiên cứu We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him “No,” the old man said “You’re with a lucky boat Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said “But we have Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Ha taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there [11] was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace “Santiago,” the boy said “Yes,” the old man said He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago “Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?” “No Go and play baseball I can still row and Rogelio will throw the net.” “I would like to go If I cannot fish with you I would like to serve in some way.” “You bought me a beer,” the old man said “You are already a man.” “How old was I when you first took me in a boat?” “Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces Can you remember?” “I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing I can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over me.” [12] “Can it to you?” “I remember everything from when we first went together.” The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes “If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said “But you are your father’s and your mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.” “May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.” “I have mine left from today I put them in salt in the box.” “Let me get four fresh ones.” “One,” the old man said His hope and his confidence had never gone But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises “Two,” the boy said “Two,” the old man agreed “You didn’t steal them?” “I would,” the boy said “But I bought these.” “Thank you,” the old man said He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility But he [13] knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride “Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said “Where are you going?” the boy asked “Far out to come in when the wind shifts I want to be out before it is light.” “I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said “Then if you hook something truly big we can come to your aid.” “He does not like to work too far out.” “No,” the boy said “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him to come out after dolphin.” “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is Hình 1: Mơ hình nghiên cứu 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.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I am a strange old man” “But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?” “I think so And there are many tricks.” [14] “Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said “So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.” They picked up the gear from the boat The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack The shack was made of the toug called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered [15] guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre These were relics of his wife Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt “What you have to eat?” the boy asked “A pot of yellow rice with fish Do you want some?” “No I will eat at home Do you want me to make the fire?” “No I will make it later on Or I may eat the rice cold.” “May I take the cast net?” “Of course.” There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it But they went through this fiction every day There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too “Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said “How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?” “I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?” [16] “Yes I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.” The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too But the old man brought it out from under the bed “Perico gave it t back when I have the sardines I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning When I come back you can tell me about the baseball.” “The Yankees cannot lose.” “But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.” “Have faith in the Yankees my son Think of the great DiMaggio.” “I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.” “Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.” “You study it and tell me when I come back.” “Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.” “We can that,” the boy said “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?” [17] “It could not happen twice Do you think you can find an eighty-five?” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I can order one “One sheet That’s two dollars and a half Who can we borrow that from?” “That’s easy I can always borrow two dollars and a half.” “I think perhaps I can too But I try not to borrow First you borrow Then you beg.” “Keep warm old man,” the boy said “Remember we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” “I go now for the sardines,” the boy said When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down The boy took the Tính hữu ích H1 over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun The [18] old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze He was barefooted The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep “Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away Then he smiled “What have you got?” he asked “Supper,” said the boy “We’re going to have supper.” “I’m not very hungry.” “Come on and eat You can’t fish and not eat.” “I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it Then he started to fold the blanket “Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.” “Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said “What are we eating?” “Black beans and rice, fried ba Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng brought them in a two-decker metal container from the Terrace The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set “Who gave this to you?” “Martin The owner.” “I must thank him.” “I thanked him already,” the boy said “You don’t need to thank him.” “I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said “Has he done this for us more than once?” “I think so.” “I must give him something more than the belly meat then He is very thoughtful for us.” “He sent two beers.” “I like the beer in cans best.” “I know But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.” “That’s very kind of you,” the old man said “Should we eat?” “I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.” [20] “I’m ready now,” the old man said “I only needed time to wash.” Where did you wash? the boy thought The village water supply was two streets down the road I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel Why am I so Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket “Your stew is excellent,” the old man said “Tell me about the baseball,” the boy asked him “In the American League it is the Yan Tính dễ sử dụng H6 “They lost today,” the boy told him “That means nothing The great DiMaggio is himself again.” “They have other men on the team.” “Naturally But he makes the difference In the other league, between Brooklyn and Philadelphia I must take Brooklyn But then I think of Dick Sisler and those great drives In the old park.” “There was nothing ever like them He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.” “Do you remember when he used to come to the Terrace?” [21] “I wanted to take him fishing but I was too timid to ask him Then I asked you to ask him and you were too timid.” “I know It was a great mistake He might have gone with us Then we would have that for all of our lives.” “I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing,” the old man said “They say his father was a fisherman Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.” “The great Sisler’s father was never poor and he, the father, was playing in the Big Leagues when he was my age.” “When I was your age I was before the mast on a square rigged ship that ran to Africa and I have seen lions on the beaches in the evening.” “I know You told me.” “Should we talk about Africa or about baseball?” “Baseball I think,” the boy said “Tell me about the great John J McGraw.” He said Jota for J “He used to come to the Terrace sometimes too in the older days But he was rough and H2 drinking His mind was on horses as well as baseball At least he carried lists of [22] horses at all times in his pocket and frequently spoke the names of horses on the telephone.” “He was a great manager,” the boy said “My father thinks he was the greatest.” “Because he came here the most times,” the old man said “If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager.” “Who is the greatest manager, really, Luque or Mike Gonzalez?” “I think they are equal.” “And the best fisherman is you.” “No I know others better.” “Que Va,” the boy said “There are many good fishermen and some great ones But there is only you.” “Thank you You make me happy I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.” “There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.” “I may not be as strong as I think,” the old man said “But I know many tricks and I have resolution.” “You ought to go to bed now so that you will be fresh in the morning I will take the things back to the Terrace.” [23] “Good night then I will wake you in the morning.” “You’re my alarm clock,” the boy said Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said “Why old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?” “I don’t know,” the boy said “All I know is that young boys sleep la H3 Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến man said “I’ll waken you in time.” “I not like for him to waken me It is as though I were inferior.” “I know.” “Sleep well old man.” The boy went out They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow, putting the newspaper inside them He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed He was asleep in 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 [24] 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 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 very 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 He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, n Ảnh hưởng xã hội strength, nor of his wife He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beach They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy He never dreamed about the boy He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on He urinated outside the shack and then went up the road to wake the boy He was shivering with the morning cold But he knew he would shiver himself warm and that soon he would be rowing The door of the house where the boy lived was unlocked and he opened it and walked in quietly with his [25] bare feet The boy was asleep on a cot in the first room and the old man could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon He took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at him The old man nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and, sitting on the bed, pulled them on The old man went out the door and the boy came after him He was sleepy and the old man put his arm across his shoulders and said, “I am sorry.” “Qua Va,” the boy said “It is what a man must do.” They walked down the road to the old man’s shack and all along the road, in the dark, barefoot men were moving, carrying the masts of their boats When they reached the old man’s shack the boy H4 harpoon and gaff and the old man carried the mast with the furled sail on his shoulder “Do you want coffee?” the boy asked “We’ll put the gear in the boat and then get some.” They had coffee from condensed milk cans at an early morning place that served fishermen “How did you sleep old man?” the boy asked He [26] was waking up now although it was still hard for him to leave his sleep “Very well, Manolin,” the old man said “I feel confident today.” “So I,” the boy said “Now I must get your sardines and mine and your fresh baits He brings our gear himself He never wants anyone to carry anything.” “We’re different,” the old man said “I let you carry things when you were five years old.” Điều kiện vật chất hỗ trợ H5 H7 Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến liên tục Tính kích thích Nguồn: Nhóm nghiên cứu đề xuất Những biến kì vọng tác động lên Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến, Ý định ảnh hưởng lên Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến cách ngẫu hứng liên tục (Hình 1) Nhóm xây dựng mơ hình nghiên cứu cuối với biến độc lập biến phụ 3.1 Tính hữutác íchgiả (PE) Theo Venkatesh cộng từ (2003), “Tính hữu ích” liênhữu quaních đến(PE), mức độ mọidễ người nhận thấy cơng thuộc, 4& biến mơ hình UTAUT: Tính Tính sử dụng (EE),một Ảnh nghệ có giúp nâng cao suất tiết kiệm thời gian công sức họ Nếu chi phí thấp hưởng xã hội (SI), Điều kiện vật chất hỗ trợ (FC) biến Tính kích thích (ST) sởlợi ích cao hơn, cơng nghệ hữu ích ý định sử dụng tích cực (Brown & cộng sự, 2010) Mơ hình điều kiện phù hợp với thị trường Việt Nam Những biến kì vọng tác động lên Ý định tương tự mong đợi mua hàng trực tuyến Từ đó, nhóm nghiên cứu đề xuất giả thuyết: mua Ýhưởng định sẽtích ảnhcực hưởng lênđịnh Hành vi hàng mua hàng trực tuyến cách ngẫu hứng H1:hàng Tínhtrực hữutuyến, ích ảnh đến Ý mua trực tuyến 1).(EE) 3.2 liên Tínhtục dễ (Hình sử dụng 3.1 Tính ích (PE) “Tính dễ hữu sử dụng” đánh giá cá nhân mức độ sử dụng công nghệ mà không cần nỗ lực Nỗ lực để Theo Venkatesh & cộng sựminh (2003), “Tính hữutrực ích”tiếp liênđến quan đếnmua mứchàng, độ nhậngiai sử dụng công nghệ chứng có ảnh hưởng ý định đặcngười biệt đoạn phá sửnghệ dụngmới công (Venkatesh & suất Davis, Theo Hansen động thấykhám cơng cónghệ giúpđó nâng cao và2000) tiết kiệm thời gian (2006), công sức củalực họ.chính Nếu để khách hàng lựahơn chọn mualợi trực giảm tốinghệ đa nỗsẽ lựchữu thểích chấthơn tinh thành chi phí thấp íchtuyến cao hơn, cơng ýthần địnhcần sử thiết dụngđểnóhồn tích cựcmột nhiệm vụ mua sắm khơng có sẵn từ kênh thay Kế thừa kết trên, nhóm đưa giả thuyết: (Brown & cộng sự, 2010) Mơ hình tương tự mong đợi mua hàng trực tuyến Từ đó, H2: Tính dễ sử dụng ảnh hưởng tích cực đến Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến nhóm nghiên cứu đề xuất giả thuyết: 3.3 Ảnh hưởng xã hội (SI) H1: Tính hữu ích ảnh hưởng tích cực đến Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến “Ảnh hưởng xã hội” nhận thức cá nhân việc người khác nghĩ họ nên sử dụng 3.2.phẩm Tínhcơng dễ sử dụng (EE) sản nghệ thơng tin (Venkatesh & cộng sự, 2003) Vì mua hàng trực tuyến định tự dễ sử dụng” đánh cá nhân mứcdođộtácsửđộng dụngnhận công nghệ nỗđó, nguyện,“Tính biến kỳ vọng cógiá ảnhcủa hưởng đến ývềđịnh dạng mà nội khơng hóa.cần Theo đưa ra: lực.giả Nỗthuyết lực để sử dụng cơng nghệ chứng minh có ảnh hưởng trực tiếp đến ý định mua H3: Ảnh hưởng củagiai xã hội lênkhám Ý định hàng công trực tuyến cực hàng, đặc biệt đoạn phámua sử dụng nghệ đótích (Venkatesh & Davis, 2000) Theo 3.4 Điều kiện vật chất trợ (FC) Hansen (2006), động lựchỗchính để khách hàng lựa chọn mua trực tuyến giảm tối đa nỗ lực thể “Điều kiện vật chất hỗ trợ” mức độ cá nhân tin ln có hỗ trợ bên ngồi sử dụng cơng nghệ (Venkatesh & cộng sự, 2003) Yếu tố 6này đánh giá đầy đủ kiến thức người dùng hỗ trợ từ bên phát hành công nghệ Đặc biệt, mua sắm trực tuyến sở hữu yêu cầu tương tự kiến thức, tài nguyên hỗ trợ trao quyền khách hàng để vượt qua hạn chế mua không xúc giác, không tiếp xúc trực tiếp với người bán phải toán trực tuyến (Song & Zahedi, 2005) Qua đó, nhóm tác giả đưa giả thuyết: H4: Điều kiện vật chất hỗ trợ ảnh hưởng tích cực đến Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến 3.5 Tính kích thích mua sắm (ST) “Tính kích thích” thường liên kết với dấu hiệu vật lý môi trường cửa hàng môi trường Số 291 tháng 9/2021 69 He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish In the first forty days a boy had been with him But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords But none of these scars were fresh They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff w We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him “No,” the old man said “You’re with a lucky boat Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said “But we have Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Ha taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there [11] was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace “Santiago,” the boy said “Yes,” the old man said He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago “Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?” “No Go and play baseball I can still row and Rogelio will throw the net.” “I would like to go If I cannot fish with you I would like to serve in some way.” “You bought me a beer,” the old man said “You are already a man.” “How old was I when you first took me in a boat?” “Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces Can you remember?” “I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing I can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over me.” [12] “Can mô tả khung dịch vụ Bitner (1992) Tuy nhiên, hữu ích việc phân định môi trường cửa hàng tảng thương mại điện tử, khung dịch vụ Bitner thường gọi cảnh quan dịch vụ trực tuyến (Harris & Goode, 2010) Theo tác giả, cảnh quan dịch vụ trực tuyến liên quan đến kích thích mơi trường (tính thiết kế trang web) xuất có trải nghiệm mua hàng trực tuyến nhằm tăng ý định mua sắm khách hàng Vì vậy, giả thuyết đưa ra: H5: Tính kích thích ảnh hưởng tích cực đến Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến 3.6 Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến (IN) Ý định mua hàng đại diện cho chuyển đổi biến liên quan đến cá nhân xã hội, việc sử dụng cá nhân công nghệ thông tin (Venkatesh & cộng sự, 2003) Ý định mua hàng yếu tố định gần với hành vi sử dụng công nghệ nhiều môi trường khác nhau: ngân hàng di động (Yu, 2012) hay Internet di động (Venkatesh & cộng sự, 2012) Cũng có chứng cho thấy ý định khách hàng mạnh mẽ dẫn đến tâm cao việc mua sắm trực tuyến 3.7 Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng (IB) Với phát triển cơng nghệ thơng tin, người tiêu dùng đặt mua từ kênh trực tuyến 24/24 Khả người tiêu dùng mua ngẫu hứng cho tăng lên nhờ tiện lợi mua sắm trực tuyến (Koufaris, 2002) Khi có ý định mua trực tuyến, người tiêu dùng bị tác động bị thu hút nhiều yếu tố kích thích từ quảng cáo hay chương trình khuyến thời gian ngắn hay số lượng có hạn (Kahneman & Tversky, 2013) Người tiêu dùng có thời gian cân nhắc việc mua hàng ngẫu hứng theo thói quen thay cần thiết hàng hóa Vì thế, nhóm tác giả đề xuất giả thuyết: H6: Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến ảnh hưởng tích cực đến Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng 3.8 Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến liên tục (CB) Đối với hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến liên tục, điểm độc đáo mua trực tuyến khả tiếp cận cao, số lượng lớn hiển thị trực tuyến hấp dẫn cho yếu tố làm tăng hành vi (Eastin, 2002) Hơn nữa, nhiều người liên tục muốn tránh bị nhắc nhở tiêu chí quy chuẩn (LaRose, 2001), nên họ có xu hướng mua sắm vào ban đêm thông qua kênh mua sắm nhà (Lee & cộng sự, 2000) Do đó, mua sắm trực tuyến cách tốt để mua liên tục môi trường mua sắm biệt lập Hơn nữa, dễ bị ảnh hưởng yếu tố kích thích dẫn đến mua hàng ngẫu hứng (Faber & O’Guinn, 1992), người mua liên tục dễ ham muốn chi tiêu, chế phịng vệ yếu chương trình kích cầu có giới hạn Qua đó, nhóm nghiên cứu đưa giả thuyết: H7: Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến ảnh hưởng tích cực đến Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến liên tục Phương pháp nghiên cứu 4.1 Mẫu nghiên cứu Đối tượng khảo sát nghiên cứu bao gồm tất người tiêu dùng Việt Nam có khả sử dụng it to you?” “I remember everything from when we first went together.” The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes “If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said “But you are your father’s and your mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.” “May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.” “I have mine left from today I put them in salt in the box.” “Let me get four fresh ones.” “One,” the old man said His hope and his confidence had never gone But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises “Two,” the boy said “Two,” the old man agreed “You didn’t steal them?” “I would,” the boy said “But I bought these.” “Thank you,” the old man said He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility But he [13] knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride “Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said “Where are you going?” the boy asked “Far out to come in when the wind shifts I want to be out before it is light.” “I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said “Then if you hook something truly big we can come to your aid.” “He does not like to work too far out.” “No,” the boy said “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him to come out after dolphin.” “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is 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.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I am a strange old man” “But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?” “I think so And there are many tricks.” [14] “Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said “So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.” They picked up the gear from the boat The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack The shack was made of the toug called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered [15] guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre These were relics of his wife Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt “What you have to eat?” the boy asked “A pot of yellow rice with fish Do you want some?” “No I will eat at home Do you want me to make the fire?” “No I will make it later on Or I may eat the rice cold.” “May I take the cast net?” “Of course.” There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it But they went through this fiction every day There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too “Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said “How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?” “I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?” [16] “Yes I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.” The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too But the old man brought it out from under the bed “Perico gave it t back when I have the sardines I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning When I come back you can tell me about the baseball.” “The Yankees cannot lose.” “But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.” “Have faith in the Yankees my son Think of the great DiMaggio.” “I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.” “Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.” “You study it and tell me when I come back.” “Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.” “We can that,” the boy said “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?” [17] “It could not happen twice Do you think you can find an eighty-five?” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I can order one “One sheet That’s two dollars and a half Who can we borrow that from?” “That’s easy I can always borrow two dollars and a half.” “I think perhaps I can too But I try not to borrow First you borrow Then you beg.” “Keep warm old man,” the boy said “Remember we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” “I go now for the sardines,” the boy said When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down The boy took the over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun The [18] old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze He was barefooted The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep “Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away Then he smiled “What have you got?” he asked “Supper,” said the boy “We’re going to have supper.” “I’m not very hungry.” “Come on and eat You can’t fish and not eat.” “I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it Then he started to fold the blanket “Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.” “Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said “What are we eating?” “Black beans and rice, fried ba brought them in a two-decker metal container from the Terrace The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set “Who gave this to you?” “Martin The owner.” “I must thank him.” “I thanked him already,” the boy said “You don’t need to thank him.” “I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said “Has he done this for us more than once?” “I think so.” “I must give him something more than the belly meat then He is very thoughtful for us.” “He sent two beers.” “I like the beer in cans best.” “I know But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.” “That’s very kind of you,” the old man said “Should we eat?” “I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.” [20] “I’m ready now,” the old man said “I only needed time to wash.” Where did you wash? the boy thought The village water supply was two streets down the road I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel Why am I so Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket “Your stew is excellent,” the old man said “Tell me about the baseball,” the boy asked him “In the American League it is the Yan “They lost today,” the boy told him “That means nothing The great DiMaggio is himself again.” “They have other men on the team.” “Naturally But he makes the difference In the other league, between Brooklyn and Philadelphia I must take Brooklyn But then I think of Dick Sisler and those great drives In the old park.” “There was nothing ever like them He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.” “Do you remember when he used to come to the Terrace?” [21] “I wanted to take him fishing but I was too timid to ask him Then I asked you to ask him and you were too timid.” “I know It was a great mistake He might have gone with us Then we would have that for all of our lives.” “I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing,” the old man said “They say his father was a fisherman Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.” “The great Sisler’s father was never poor and he, the father, was playing in the Big Leagues when he was my age.” “When I was your age I was before the mast on a square rigged ship that ran to Africa and I have seen lions on the beaches in the evening.” “I know You told me.” “Should we talk about Africa or about baseball?” “Baseball I think,” the boy said “Tell me about the great John J McGraw.” He said Jota for J “He used to come to the Terrace sometimes too in the older days But he was rough and drinking His mind was on horses as well as baseball At least he carried lists of [22] horses at all times in his pocket and frequently spoke the names of horses on the telephone.” “He was a great manager,” the boy said “My father thinks he was the greatest.” “Because he came here the most times,” the old man said “If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager.” “Who is the greatest manager, really, Luque or Mike Gonzalez?” “I think they are equal.” “And the best fisherman is you.” “No I know others better.” “Que Va,” the boy said “There are many good fishermen and some great ones But there is only you.” “Thank you You make me happy I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.” “There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.” “I may not be as strong as I think,” the old man said “But I know many tricks and I have resolution.” “You ought to go to bed now so that you will be fresh in the morning I will take the things back to the Terrace.” [23] “Good night then I will wake you in the morning.” “You’re my alarm clock,” the boy said Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said “Why old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?” “I don’t know,” the boy said “All I know is that young boys sleep la man said “I’ll waken you in time.” “I not like for him to waken me It is as though I were inferior.” “I know.” “Sleep well old man.” The boy went out They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow, putting the newspaper inside them He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed He was asleep in 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 [24] 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 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 very 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 He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, n strength, nor of his wife He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beach They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy He never dreamed about the boy He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on He urinated outside the shack and then went up the road to wake the boy He was shivering with the morning cold But he knew he would shiver himself warm and that soon he would be rowing The door of the house where the boy lived was unlocked and he opened it and walked in quietly with his [25] bare feet The boy was asleep on a cot in the first room and the old man could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon He took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at him The old man nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and, sitting on the bed, pulled them on The old man went out the door and the boy came after him He was sleepy and the old man put his arm across his shoulders and said, “I am sorry.” “Qua Va,” the boy said “It is what a man must do.” They walked down the road to the old man’s shack and all along the road, in the dark, barefoot men were moving, carrying the masts of their boats When they reached the old man’s shack the boy harpoon and gaff and the old man carried the mast with the furled sail on his shoulder “Do you want coffee?” the boy asked “We’ll put the gear in the boat and then get some.” They had coffee from condensed milk cans at an early morning place that served fishermen “How did you sleep old man?” the boy asked He [26] was waking up now although it was still hard for him to leave his sleep “Very well, Manolin,” the old man said “I feel confident today.” “So I,” the boy said “Now I must get your sardines and mine and your fresh baits He brings our gear himself He never wants anyone to carry anything.” “We’re different,” the old man said “I let you carry things when you were five years old.” Bảng 1: Đặc điểm mẫu nghiên cứu Theo giới tính Nam Nữ Khác Theo nhóm tuổi Dưới 15 tuổi 15 - 18 tuổi 18 - 22 tuổi 22 - 30 tuổi 30 - 40 tuổi Trên 40 tuổi Nguồn: Thống kê nhóm nghiên cứu Số lượng Phần trăm 201 382 34,6 65,4 0,00 18 64 218 201 43 39 3,1 11,0 37,4 34,5 7,4 6,7 70 Số 291 tháng 9/2021 4.2 Các thang đo sử dụng Bảng hỏi khảo sát xây dựng dựa sở lý thuyết tổng quan nghiên cứu He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish In the first forty days a boy had been with him But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords But none of these scars were fresh They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff w We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him “No,” the old man said “You’re with a lucky boat Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said “But we have Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Ha taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there [11] was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace “Santiago,” the boy said “Yes,” the old man said He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago “Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?” “No Go and play baseball I can still row and Rogelio will throw the net.” “I would like to go If I cannot fish with you I would like to serve in some way.” “You bought me a beer,” the old man said “You are already a man.” “How old was I when you first took me in a boat?” “Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces Can you remember?” “I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing I can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over me.” [12] “Can kênh mua sắm trực tuyến, hạn chế nguồn lực, nghiên cứu tiếp cận người mua hàng trực tuyến địa bàn thành phố Hà Nội Dữ liệu sơ cấp sử dụng nghiên cứu thu thập qua trình khảo sát Bảng hỏi xây dựng nhờ tham khảo nghiên cứu trước hiệu chỉnh phù hợp với bối cảnh nghiên cứu Bảng hỏi gồm hai phần: Các truy vấn thông tin nhân học Các câu hỏi đánh giá tác động năm nhân tố đến Ý định Hành vi mua hàng người tham gia khảo sát Tổng cộng 652 câu trả lời thu thập hai hình thức trực tuyến trực tiếp Trong đó, 69 phiếu bị loại thiếu hụt thơng tin quan trọng tính phi logic Bảng tóm tắt đặc điểm mẫu nghiên cứu sau loại bỏ phiếu không hợp lệ 4.2 Các thang đo sử dụng Bảng hỏi khảo sát xây dựng dựa sở lý thuyết tổng quan nghiên cứu trước Trong đó, thang đo cho Tính hữu ích (PE), Tính dễ sử dụng (EE), Ảnh hưởng xã hội (SI), Điều kiện vật chất hỗ trợ (FC) Ý định hành vi (IN) tham khảo từ nghiên cứu Venkatesh & cộng (2003); Yang (2010); Celik (2016) Cịn Tính kích thích (ST) tham khảo từ Mo & cộng (2015); Chan & cộng (2017) Tất câu hỏi xây dựng theo thang đo Likert điểm, từ (hồn tồn khơng đồng ý) đến (hồn tồn đồng ý) 4.3 Phương pháp phân tích liệu Trước tiên, độ tin cậy thang đo đánh giá thông qua hệ số Cronbach’s Alpha thang đo Do kết hợp mơ hình UTAUT nhân tố – Tính kích thích, nghiên cứu sử dụng phép phân tích nhân tố khám phá (EFA) nhằm xác định nhóm nhân tố ảnh hưởng tới Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến Sau đó, hệ số tương quan biến ước lượng để xem xét mối tương quan tuyến tính cặp biến Cuối cùng, ước lượng bình phương nhỏ (OLS) dùng để đánh giá tác động biến giải thích lên biến giải thích tính đơn giản hiệu phương pháp Tất bước phân tích xử lý phần mềm SPSS 26 Kết nghiên cứu 5.1 Kiểm định độ tin cậy tính hợp lệ thang đo 5.1.1 Kiểm định độ tin cậy thang đo Nhóm nghiên cứu kiểm tra độ tin cậy cho thang đo hệ số Cronbach’s Alpha Giá trị Cronbach’s Alpha biến nằm khoảng từ 0,739 đến 0,897; số tương quan thang đo – biến tổng hiểu chỉnh thang đo lớn 0,3 cho thấy tất biến sử dụng đạt độ tin cậy cao Với biến độc lập, nhóm thang đo Tính dễ sử dụng (EE) có số Cronbach’s Alpha cao – 0,895, số Điều kiện vật chất hỗ trợ (FC) 0,739 – mức thấp Ở ba biến phụ thuộc, Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng (IB) có số Cronbach’s Alpha 0,879, Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến (IN) Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến liên tục (CB) có Cronbach’s Alpha 0,897 5.1.2 Tính hợp lệ biến Phép phân tích nhân tố khám phá (EFA) sử dụng để rút gọn lượng lớn thang đo đề xuất thành tập hợp nhân tố có ý nghĩa Tiêu chí EFA số KMO lớn 0,5 (Field, 2013) kiểm định Barlett có p-value nhỏ 0,05 – cho thấy liệu dùng để phân tích nhân tố phù hợp biến có tương quan với Thêm vào đó, thang đo có hệ số tải yếu (nhỏ 0,5) lên biến tải lên nhiều biến bị loại bỏ Kết phép phân tích nhân tố biến độc lập phụ thuộc đáp ứng điều kiện Có năm thang đo đại diện cho năm biến độc lập, biến FC biến có ba báo FC1, FC3 FC4 bị loại báo FC2 ghép chung vào nhóm báo thang đo EE Giá trị tổng phương sai trích cho thấy nhân tố giải thích tổng 64,186% thay đổi liệu Với biến phụ thuộc, báo IB6 q trình phân tích nhân tố rơi vào nhóm thang đo CB, ba biến phụ thuộc lúc Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến (IN – báo), Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng (IB – báo) Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến liên tục (CB – báo) 5.2 Phân tích tương quan Kết phân tích tương quan Pearson cho thấy có tồn mối tương quan tuyến tính biến độc lập biến phụ thuộc Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến Đặc biệt, biến PE, EE, SI ST có tương quan mạnh, với it to you?” “I remember everything from when we first went together.” The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes “If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said “But you are your father’s and your mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.” “May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.” “I have mine left from today I put them in salt in the box.” “Let me get four fresh ones.” “One,” the old man said His hope and his confidence had never gone But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises “Two,” the boy said “Two,” the old man agreed “You didn’t steal them?” “I would,” the boy said “But I bought these.” “Thank you,” the old man said He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility But he [13] knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride “Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said “Where are you going?” the boy asked “Far out to come in when the wind shifts I want to be out before it is light.” “I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said “Then if you hook something truly big we can come to your aid.” “He does not like to work too far out.” “No,” the boy said “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him to come out after dolphin.” “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is 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.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I am a strange old man” “But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?” “I think so And there are many tricks.” [14] “Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said “So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.” They picked up the gear from the boat The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack The shack was made of the toug called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered [15] guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre These were relics of his wife Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt “What you have to eat?” the boy asked “A pot of yellow rice with fish Do you want some?” “No I will eat at home Do you want me to make the fire?” “No I will make it later on Or I may eat the rice cold.” “May I take the cast net?” “Of course.” There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it But they went through this fiction every day There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too “Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said “How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?” “I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?” [16] “Yes I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.” The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too But the old man brought it out from under the bed “Perico gave it t back when I have the sardines I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning When I come back you can tell me about the baseball.” “The Yankees cannot lose.” “But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.” “Have faith in the Yankees my son Think of the great DiMaggio.” “I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.” “Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.” “You study it and tell me when I come back.” “Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.” “We can that,” the boy said “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?” [17] “It could not happen twice Do you think you can find an eighty-five?” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I can order one “One sheet That’s two dollars and a half Who can we borrow that from?” “That’s easy I can always borrow two dollars and a half.” “I think perhaps I can too But I try not to borrow First you borrow Then you beg.” “Keep warm old man,” the boy said “Remember we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” “I go now for the sardines,” the boy said When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down The boy took the over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun The [18] old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze He was barefooted The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep “Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away Then he smiled “What have you got?” he asked “Supper,” said the boy “We’re going to have supper.” “I’m not very hungry.” “Come on and eat You can’t fish and not eat.” “I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it Then he started to fold the blanket “Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.” “Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said “What are we eating?” “Black beans and rice, fried ba brought them in a two-decker metal container from the Terrace The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set “Who gave this to you?” “Martin The owner.” “I must thank him.” “I thanked him already,” the boy said “You don’t need to thank him.” “I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said “Has he done this for us more than once?” “I think so.” “I must give him something more than the belly meat then He is very thoughtful for us.” “He sent two beers.” “I like the beer in cans best.” “I know But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.” “That’s very kind of you,” the old man said “Should we eat?” “I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.” [20] “I’m ready now,” the old man said “I only needed time to wash.” Where did you wash? the boy thought The village water supply was two streets down the road I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel Why am I so Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket “Your stew is excellent,” the old man said “Tell me about the baseball,” the boy asked him “In the American League it is the Yan “They lost today,” the boy told him “That means nothing The great DiMaggio is himself again.” “They have other men on the team.” “Naturally But he makes the difference In the other league, between Brooklyn and Philadelphia I must take Brooklyn But then I think of Dick Sisler and those great drives In the old park.” “There was nothing ever like them He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.” “Do you remember when he used to come to the Terrace?” [21] “I wanted to take him fishing but I was too timid to ask him Then I asked you to ask him and you were too timid.” “I know It was a great mistake He might have gone with us Then we would have that for all of our lives.” “I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing,” the old man said “They say his father was a fisherman Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.” “The great Sisler’s father was never poor and he, the father, was playing in the Big Leagues when he was my age.” “When I was your age I was before the mast on a square rigged ship that ran to Africa and I have seen lions on the beaches in the evening.” “I know You told me.” “Should we talk about Africa or about baseball?” “Baseball I think,” the boy said “Tell me about the great John J McGraw.” He said Jota for J “He used to come to the Terrace sometimes too in the older days But he was rough and drinking His mind was on horses as well as baseball At least he carried lists of [22] horses at all times in his pocket and frequently spoke the names of horses on the telephone.” “He was a great manager,” the boy said “My father thinks he was the greatest.” “Because he came here the most times,” the old man said “If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager.” “Who is the greatest manager, really, Luque or Mike Gonzalez?” “I think they are equal.” “And the best fisherman is you.” “No I know others better.” “Que Va,” the boy said “There are many good fishermen and some great ones But there is only you.” “Thank you You make me happy I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.” “There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.” “I may not be as strong as I think,” the old man said “But I know many tricks and I have resolution.” “You ought to go to bed now so that you will be fresh in the morning I will take the things back to the Terrace.” [23] “Good night then I will wake you in the morning.” “You’re my alarm clock,” the boy said Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said “Why old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?” “I don’t know,” the boy said “All I know is that young boys sleep la man said “I’ll waken you in time.” “I not like for him to waken me It is as though I were inferior.” “I know.” “Sleep well old man.” The boy went out They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow, putting the newspaper inside them He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed He was asleep in 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 [24] 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 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 very 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 He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, n strength, nor of his wife He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beach They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy He never dreamed about the boy He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on He urinated outside the shack and then went up the road to wake the boy He was shivering with the morning cold But he knew he would shiver himself warm and that soon he would be rowing The door of the house where the boy lived was unlocked and he opened it and walked in quietly with his [25] bare feet The boy was asleep on a cot in the first room and the old man could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon He took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at him The old man nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and, sitting on the bed, pulled them on The old man went out the door and the boy came after him He was sleepy and the old man put his arm across his shoulders and said, “I am sorry.” “Qua Va,” the boy said “It is what a man must do.” They walked down the road to the old man’s shack and all along the road, in the dark, barefoot men were moving, carrying the masts of their boats When they reached the old man’s shack the boy harpoon and gaff and the old man carried the mast with the furled sail on his shoulder “Do you want coffee?” the boy asked “We’ll put the gear in the boat and then get some.” They had coffee from condensed milk cans at an early morning place that served fishermen “How did you sleep old man?” the boy asked He [26] was waking up now although it was still hard for him to leave his sleep “Very well, Manolin,” the old man said “I feel confident today.” “So I,” the boy said “Now I must get your sardines and mine and your fresh baits He brings our gear himself He never wants anyone to carry anything.” “We’re different,” the old man said “I let you carry things when you were five years old.” Số 291 tháng 9/2021 71 He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish In the first forty days a boy had been with him But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords But none of these scars were fresh They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff w We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him “No,” the old man said “You’re with a lucky boat Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said “But we have Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Ha taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there [11] was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace “Santiago,” the boy said “Yes,” the old man said He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago “Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?” “No Go and play baseball I can still row and Rogelio will throw the net.” “I would like to go If I cannot fish with you I would like to serve in some way.” “You bought me a beer,” the old man said “You are already a man.” “How old was I when you first took me in a boat?” “Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces Can you remember?” “I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing I can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over me.” [12] “Can hệ số 0,595; 0,584; 0,422 0,534 Thêm vào đó, mối quan hệ Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến hai hành vi có tồn tại, với hệ số tương quan IN với IB CB 0.419 0.237 Tất mối tương quan có ý nghĩa mức tin cậy 5% it to you?” “I remember everything from when we first went together.” The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes “If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said “But you are your father’s and your mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.” “May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.” “I have mine left from today I put them in salt in the box.” “Let me get four fresh ones.” “One,” the old man said His hope and his confidence had never gone But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises “Two,” the boy said “Two,” the old man agreed “You didn’t steal them?” “I would,” the boy said “But I bought these.” “Thank you,” the old man said He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility But he [13] knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride “Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said “Where are you going?” the boy asked “Far out to come in when the wind shifts I want to be out before it is light.” “I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said “Then if you hook something truly big we can come to your aid.” “He does not like to work too far out.” “No,” the boy said “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him to come out after dolphin.” “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is 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.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I am a strange old man” “But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?” “I think so And there are many tricks.” [14] “Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said “So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.” They picked up the gear from the boat The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack The shack was made of the toug called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered [15] guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre These were relics of his wife Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt “What you have to eat?” the boy asked “A pot of yellow rice with fish Do you want some?” “No I will eat at home Do you want me to make the fire?” “No I will make it later on Or I may eat the rice cold.” “May I take the cast net?” “Of course.” There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it But they went through this fiction every day There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too “Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said “How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?” “I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?” [16] “Yes I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.” The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too But the old man brought it out from under the bed “Perico gave it t back when I have the sardines I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning When I come back you can tell me about the baseball.” “The Yankees cannot lose.” “But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.” “Have faith in the Yankees my son Think of the great DiMaggio.” “I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.” “Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.” “You study it and tell me when I come back.” “Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.” “We can that,” the boy said “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?” [17] “It could not happen twice Do you think you can find an eighty-five?” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I can order one “One sheet That’s two dollars and a half Who can we borrow that from?” “That’s easy I can always borrow two dollars and a half.” “I think perhaps I can too But I try not to borrow First you borrow Then you beg.” “Keep warm old man,” the boy said “Remember we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” “I go now for the sardines,” the boy said When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down The boy took the 5.3 Phân tích hồi quy over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun The [18] old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze He was barefooted The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep “Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away Then he smiled “What have you got?” he asked “Supper,” said the boy “We’re going to have supper.” “I’m not very hungry.” “Come on and eat You can’t fish and not eat.” “I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it Then he started to fold the blanket “Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.” “Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said “What are we eating?” “Black beans and rice, fried ba Kết phép phân tích phương sai cho thấy F-Statistics = 129,430; df = 4, p-value = 0,000, tức mơ hình 2: Kết 0,472, phân tích quy đa hồi biếnquy tuyến tính xây dựng phù hợp có ý nghĩa mức tin cậyBảng 1% Hệ số hàmhồi ý mơ hình � � � � Thống Durbin-Watson làquy 1,708, khơng có tượngkê tựđa tương �� �47,2% �����với � ������� ������� � ������� Hệliệu số� hồi quy kê chưa Hệ số � hồi������� Thống cộngquan phần dư mơ hình hồi quy Bảng trình bày kết phân tích hồi quy chuẩn hóamua chuẩn hóa thể thấy, yếu tố ảnh hưởng đến Ý định trực thứquy tự giảm dần là: tuyến Bảnghàng 2: Kết quảtuyến, phân theo tích hồi đa biến brought them in a two-decker metal container from the Terrace The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set “Who gave this to you?” “Martin The owner.” “I must thank him.” “I thanked him already,” the boy said “You don’t need to thank him.” “I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said “Has he done this for us more than once?” “I think so.” “I must give him something more than the belly meat then He is very thoughtful for us.” “He sent two beers.” “I like the beer in cans best.” “I know But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.” “That’s very kind of you,” the old man said “Should we eat?” “I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.” [20] “I’m ready now,” the old man said “I only needed time to wash.” Where did you wash? the boy thought The village water supply was two streets down the road I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel Why am I so Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket “Your stew is excellent,” the old man said “Tell me about the baseball,” the boy asked him “In the American League it is the Yan “They lost today,” the boy told him “That means nothing The great DiMaggio is himself again.” “They have other men on the team.” “Naturally But he makes the difference In the other league, between Brooklyn and Philadelphia I must take Brooklyn But then I think of Dick Sisler and those great drives In the old park.” “There was nothing ever like them He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.” “Do you remember when he used to come to the Terrace?” [21] “I wanted to take him fishing but I was too timid to ask him Then I asked you to ask him and you were too timid.” “I know It was a great mistake He might have gone with us Then we would have that for all of our lives.” “I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing,” the old man said “They say his father was a fisherman Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.” “The great Sisler’s father was never poor and he, the father, was playing in the Big Leagues when he was my age.” “When I was your age I was before the mast on a square rigged ship that ran to Africa and I have seen lions on the beaches in the evening.” “I know You told me.” “Should we talk about Africa or about baseball?” “Baseball I think,” the boy said “Tell me about the great John J McGraw.” He said Jota for J “He used to come to the Terrace sometimes too in the older days But he was rough and drinking His mind was on horses as well as baseball At least he carried lists of [22] horses at all times in his pocket and frequently spoke the names of horses on the telephone.” “He was a great manager,” the boy said “My father thinks he was the greatest.” “Because he came here the most times,” the old man said “If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager.” “Who is the greatest manager, really, Luque or Mike Gonzalez?” “I think they are equal.” “And the best fisherman is you.” “No I know others better.” “Que Va,” the boy said “There are many good fishermen and some great ones But there is only you.” “Thank you You make me happy I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.” “There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.” “I may not be as strong as I think,” the old man said “But I know many tricks and I have resolution.” “You ought to go to bed now so that you will be fresh in the morning I will take the things back to the Terrace.” [23] “Good night then I will wake you in the morning.” “You’re my alarm clock,” the boy said Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said “Why old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?” “I don’t know,” the boy said “All I know is that young boys sleep la man said “I’ll waken you in time.” “I not like for him to waken me It is as though I were inferior.” “I know.” “Sleep well old man.” The boy went out They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow, putting the newspaper inside them He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed He was asleep in 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 [24] 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 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 very 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 He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, n strength, nor of his wife He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beach They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy He never dreamed about the boy He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on He urinated outside the shack and then went up the road to wake the boy He was shivering with the morning cold But he knew he would shiver himself warm and that soon he would be rowing The door of the house where the boy lived was unlocked and he opened it and walked in quietly with his [25] bare feet The boy was asleep on a cot in the first room and the old man could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon He took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at him The old man nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and, sitting on the bed, pulled them on The old man went out the door and the boy came after him He was sleepy and the old man put his arm across his shoulders and said, “I am sorry.” “Qua Va,” the boy said “It is what a man must do.” They walked down the road to the old man’s shack and all along the road, in the dark, barefoot men were moving, carrying the masts of their boats When they reached the old man’s shack the boy harpoon and gaff and the old man carried the mast with the furled sail on his shoulder “Do you want coffee?” the boy asked “We’ll put the gear in the boat and then get some.” They had coffee from condensed milk cans at an early morning place that served fishermen “How did you sleep old man?” the boy asked He [26] was waking up now although it was still hard for him to leave his sleep “Very well, Manolin,” the old man said “I feel confident today.” “So I,” the boy said “Now I must get your sardines and mine and your fresh baits He brings our gear himself He never wants anyone to carry anything.” “We’re different,” the old man said “I let you carry things when you were five years old.” ữu ích (PE, β = 0,288), (2) Tính dễHệsửsốdụng (EE,chưa = 0,252), Tính kích (ST, β 2:βKết quythích đa biến hồiBảng quy Hệphân số(3) hồitích quyhồi Thống kê đa cộng Mơ hình B Saichuẩn số chuẩn Beta t Sig Tolerance VIF hóa chuẩn hóa Hệ số Các hồi quy chưa sốdương hồi quythể mối quan Thốngtuyến kê đa cộng (4) Ảnh hưởng xã hội (SI, β = 0,137) hệ số chuẩnHệ hóa Hệ số chặn 0,317 0,156 2,029 0,043 hóa trực tuyến chuẩn hóađó, PE có tác động tuyến hiều biến giải thích Ý định chuẩn mua hàng Trong PE 0,301 B 0,043 0,288 Mơ hình Sai số chuẩn Beta 7,053 t 0,000 Sig 0,546 Tolerance1,831VIF yếu SI EEMơ hình 0,046 0,252 Hệ số chặn0,280 0,317 0,156 B Sai số chuẩn Beta 6,036 2,029 t 0,000 0,043 Sig 0,525 Tolerance1,906VIF t ANOVA cho F-Statistics với mơ hình IB làm biến giải thích mơ hình CB làm IN SI 0,145 0,301 0,137 0,288 3,946 7,053 0,000 0,000 PE Hệ số chặn 0,317 0,037 0,043 0,156 2,029 0,043 0,761 0,5461,314 1,831 hích 123,705 34,475 với giá trị p-value 0,000 – hai mơ hình mức ý 0,587 0,525 ST 0,202 0,280 0,180 0,252 4,566 6,036 0,000 0,000 PE 0,301 0,044 0,046 0,043 0,288 7,053 0,000 0,5461,702 1,906 1,831 EE IN Chỉ số Nguồn: R� hiệuKết chỉnh có nghĩa mơ hình hồi0,137 quy tuyến tính nghiên cứu0,054 định lượng 0,280 0,046 0,252 6,036 0,000 SIEE0,174 0,145 0,037 3,946 0,000 IN phù hợp với tập ST liệu 17,4% 5,4% Bảng mô tả kết phân tích hồi SI 0,145 0,037 0,137 4,566 3,946 0,000 0,000 0,202 0,044 0,180 0,525 0,761 0,761 0,587 0,587 1,906 1,314 1,314 1,702 1,702 Nguồn:ST Kết nghiên 0,202 cứu định lượng.0,044 0,180 4,566 0,000 Nguồn: nghiên cứuđộc địnhlập lượng Kết Kết choquả thấy, 4/5 biến ảnh hưởng đáng kể đến Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến mức 5% Bảng 3:2 Kết quảcó phân tíchđahồi quy Các hệ sốKết VIF – không vấn đề cộng tuyến hình trình hồi ởquy chodưới thấy, 4/5 biến độc lập ảnh hưởng đáng kểtrong đến Ýmô định muaPhương hàng trực tuyến mứcchuẩn 5% Các hệ hóa phản ánh tác động yếucó tốvấn đến ý định ảnh người tiêu dùng là:kể đến Kết quảcủa thấy, 4/5 biến độc lập hưởng đáng Ý định hàngchuẩn trực tuyến số VIF 2cho – bốn không đề đa cộng tuyến mơ hình Phương trìnhmua hồi quy hóa phản Khoảng tin cậy 95% Sai số Kết quảhệ cho thấy, độc2của lập ảnh hưởng đáng kể đến Ý địnhtuyến mua hàng mức 5% ánh động bốn tố4/5 đến ýdưới định tiêu là: mứctác5% Các sốyếu VIF đềubiến – người khơng có dùng vấn đề đa cộng trongtrực mơtuyến hình.ở Phương Tham số Các Bhệ số VIF chuẩn t Sig Cận Cận 2phản –�không đề đa� cộng tuyến hình Phương quy � �vấn �� �dưới ����� ������� � ������� � ������� � ������� trình hồi quy chuẩn hóa ánh có tác động bốn yếu tố�trong đến ýmơđịnh ngườitrình tiêu hồi dùng là:chuẩn Hệ số chặn hóa 1,280 0,167 7,662 0,000 0,952 0,952 ánh4tác động bốn yếu tốÝđến ý định tiêu dùng Có phản thể thấy, yếu tố ảnh định hàngngười trực theo tự giảm �là:thứ �dần là: (1) Tính hữu ích �mua � tuyến, �� � hưởng �����đến � ������� � ������� � ������� � ������� IN 0,479 0,043 11,122 0,000 0,394 0,394 (PE, β = 0,288), (2) Tính dễ sử dụng (EE, β = 0,252), (3) Tính kích thích (ST, β = 0,180) (4) Ảnh hưởng Cóβ thể thấy, yếu tố ảnh hưởng đến Ý định mua hàng tuyến, theo thứcác tự biến giảmgiải dầnthích là: hội (SI, = 0,137) số chuẩn dương mối quan trực hệ thuận chiều Hệ số chặnxãCó 1,582 0,188Các 8,415 0,000 1,213 1,213 � theo � mua ��hệ �hưởng ����� � hóa ������� �thể ������� � ������� � ������� thể thấy, yếu tố ảnh đến Ý định hàng�trực tuyến, thứ � tự giảm dần là: (1) (1)ÝTính (PE, =5,872 0,288), (2) dễtác sửđộng dụng (EE,nhất β = cịn 0,252), (3) Tính định hữu mua ích hàng trựcβtuyến Trong đó,Tính PE có mạnh yếu SI.kích thích (ST, β IN Tính hữu 0,285 0,048 0,000 0,189 0,189 ích (PE, β = 0,288), (2) Tính dễ sử dụng (EE, β = 0,252), (3) Tính kích thích (ST, β = 0,180) và ANOVA chohưởng F-Statistics với(SI, mơβhình IB làm Các biến hệ giảisốthích mơ CB làm biến giải = Kết 0,180) (4) Ảnh xã hội = 0,137) chuẩn hóahình dương thể mốithích quanlà (4) Ảnh hưởng xã34,475 hội (SI,với β =giá 0,137) Các hệ sốbằng chuẩn hóa–dương thể mối quan hệ thuận chiều 123,705 trị p-value 0,000 hai mơ hình mức ý nghĩa 5% Chỉ số hiệu chỉnh Nguồn: Kết quảmua nghiên cứu định lượng hệ thuậnCó chiều biến giải hưởng thích ÝÝđịnh hàng trực tuyến Trong đó, PE códần táclà: động thểÝgiữa thấy, 4mua yếu tố ảnh đếnTrong định mua hàng trực tuyến, theo thứ tựyếu giảm (1) biến giải thích định hàng trực tuyến đó, PE có tác động mạnh cịn 0,174IN có 0,054 cóđộng nghĩađến mơhai hìnhhành hồi quy tuyến tính xây ýdựng phù5% hợp với tập liệu a phân tích, tác vi IB CB mức nghĩa mạnh yếuβ Tính hữu ích (PE, =3 0,288), (2)quả Tính dễ sử dụng 5,4% Bảng mơlàtảSI kết phân tích hồi (EE, quy β = 0,252), (3) Tính kích thích (ST, β = 0,180) SI 17,4% nh ảnh hưởng IN Kết lên IB CB mức tin cậy 5%với là:chuẩn (4) Ảnh hưởng xã hội (SI, = độ 0,137) Các số dương quan thuận chiều quảvà ANOVA F-Statistics mơ hình IB biến giải thích vàhệ mơ hìnhbiến CB làm Dựa phân tích, cóβcho tác độngvới đến hai hành vihóa IB vàlàm CBthể mức nghĩa 5% Phương trìnhgiữa ảnh Kết ANOVA choIN F-Statistics mơcảhệ hình IB làm biến giải thích vàýmối mơ hình CB làm biến giải thích Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến Trong đó, PE có tác động mạnh cịn yếu hưởng thích IN lên CB ởvà mức tinvới cậygiá 5%trị là: biến 123,705 p-value 0,000 – hai mơ hình5% mức ý giải thích giải 123,705 vàlàIB 34,475 với giá34,475 trịđộp-value 0,000đều – cảbằng hai mơ hình mức ý nghĩa � � SI �� � ����� � ������� � nghĩa Chỉ số Rvà hiệu 0,174 có quy nghĩa cáctính mơđược hìnhxây hồidựng quy phù tuyến Chỉ số R hiệu5% chỉnh 0,174 0,054chỉnh có nghĩa mơ0,054 hình hồi tuyến hợptính với Kết ANOVA cho F-Statistics với mơ hình IB làm biến giải thích mơ hình CB làm biến � � với ����� �dữ ������� xây lần dựng hợp liệu lần 17,4% vàtích 5,4% Bảng mơ tả kết phân tích hồi tập liệu lượtphù �� 17,4% tập 5,4% Bảng môlượt tả kết phân hồi quy giải 123,705 34,475 với Ý giáđịnh trị p-value hai hai hành mơ hình mức ý nghĩa Cácthích hệ sốlàBeta lớn cho thấy tương quan thuận0,000 chiều –với vi mua hàng; Ý 5% định quy � Chỉsắm số Rtrực hiệu chỉnh 0,174 dùng 0,054 có cácphân mơ hình quy tính dựng phù mua tuyến người mộtquả đơn vị, Hành vi hàng trực tuyếnxây ngẫu hứng vàhợp liênvới tục Bảngtăng 3: nghĩa Kết tíchhồi hồimua quytuyến Khoảng tin cậy 95% Biến độc Sai số tập liệu 17,4% 5,4% Bảng mô tả kết phân tích hồi quy Bảngthuận 3: Kếtchiều phân tíchhành hồi quy c hệ số Beta lớn cho thấy Ý định tương quan với hai vi mua lập Tham số B chuẩn t Sig Cận trênKhoảng Cận tin cậy 95% Biến độc Sai số Ý định mua sắm trực tuyến người dùng tăng đơn vị, Hành vi mua hàng trực Bảng 3: Kết phân tích hồi quy IB 0,952 0,952 lập Hệ số chặn Tham số 1,280 B 0,167 chuẩn7,662 t 0,000 Sig Cận Cận Khoảng tin cậy 95% Biến độc Sai số hứng liên tục họ tăng 0,479 0,285 đơn vị IN 0,479 1,280 0,043 0,167 11,122 7,662 0,000 0,000 0,394 0,952 0,394 0,952 IB Hệ số chặn lập Hệ số chặn Tham số1,582 B 0,188 chuẩn8,415 t 0,000 Sig Cận Cận CB 1,213 1,213 IN 0,479 0,043 11,122 0,000 0,394 0,394 IB IN Hệ số chặn 1,2800,048 0,167 7,662 0,000 0,952 0,952 0,285 5,872 0,000 0,189 0,189 CB Hệ số chặn 1,582 0,188 8,415 0,000 1,213 1,213 IN 0,479 0,043 11,122 0,000 0,394 0,394 Nguồn: Kết nghiên INcứu định lượng 0,285 0,048 5,872 0,000 0,189 0,189 CB Hệ số chặn 1,582 0,188 8,415 0,000 1,213 1,213 Nguồn: Kết nghiên cứu định lượng IN 0,285 0,048 5,872 0,000 0,189 0,189 11 Nguồn: Kết nghiên cứu định lượng 72 Số 291 tháng 9/2021 11 11 11 He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish In the first forty days a boy had been with him But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords But none of these scars were fresh They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff w We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him “No,” the old man said “You’re with a lucky boat Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said “But we have Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Ha taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there [11] was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace “Santiago,” the boy said “Yes,” the old man said He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago “Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?” “No Go and play baseball I can still row and Rogelio will throw the net.” “I would like to go If I cannot fish with you I would like to serve in some way.” “You bought me a beer,” the old man said “You are already a man.” “How old was I when you first took me in a boat?” “Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces Can you remember?” “I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing I can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over me.” [12] “Can it to you?” “I remember everything from when we first went together.” The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes “If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said “But you are your father’s and your mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.” “May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.” “I have mine left from today I put them in salt in the box.” “Let me get four fresh ones.” “One,” the old man said His hope and his confidence had never gone But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises “Two,” the boy said “Two,” the old man agreed “You didn’t steal them?” “I would,” the boy said “But I bought these.” “Thank you,” the old man said He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility But he [13] knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride “Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said “Where are you going?” the boy asked “Far out to come in when the wind shifts I want to be out before it is light.” “I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said “Then if you hook something truly big we can come to your aid.” “He does not like to work too far out.” “No,” the boy said “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him to come out after dolphin.” “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is Hình 2: Tổng hợp kết nghiên cứu 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.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I am a strange old man” “But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?” “I think so And there are many tricks.” [14] “Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said “So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.” They picked up the gear from the boat The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack The shack was made of the toug called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered [15] guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre These were relics of his wife Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt “What you have to eat?” the boy asked “A pot of yellow rice with fish Do you want some?” “No I will eat at home Do you want me to make the fire?” “No I will make it later on Or I may eat the rice cold.” “May I take the cast net?” “Of course.” There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it But they went through this fiction every day There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too “Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said “How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?” “I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?” [16] “Yes I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.” The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too But the old man brought it out from under the bed “Perico gave it t back when I have the sardines I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning When I come back you can tell me about the baseball.” “The Yankees cannot lose.” “But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.” “Have faith in the Yankees my son Think of the great DiMaggio.” “I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.” “Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.” “You study it and tell me when I come back.” “Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.” “We can that,” the boy said “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?” [17] “It could not happen twice Do you think you can find an eighty-five?” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I can order one “One sheet That’s two dollars and a half Who can we borrow that from?” “That’s easy I can always borrow two dollars and a half.” “I think perhaps I can too But I try not to borrow First you borrow Then you beg.” “Keep warm old man,” the boy said “Remember we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” “I go now for the sardines,” the boy said When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down The boy took the Tính hữu ích over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun The [18] old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze He was barefooted The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep “Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away Then he smiled “What have you got?” he asked “Supper,” said the boy “We’re going to have supper.” “I’m not very hungry.” “Come on and eat You can’t fish and not eat.” “I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it Then he started to fold the blanket “Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.” “Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said “What are we eating?” “Black beans and rice, fried ba brought them in a two-decker metal container from the Terrace The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set “Who gave this to you?” “Martin The owner.” “I must thank him.” “I thanked him already,” the boy said “You don’t need to thank him.” “I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said “Has he done this for us more than once?” “I think so.” “I must give him something more than the belly meat then He is very thoughtful for us.” “He sent two beers.” “I like the beer in cans best.” “I know But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.” “That’s very kind of you,” the old man said “Should we eat?” “I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.” [20] “I’m ready now,” the old man said “I only needed time to wash.” Where did you wash? the boy thought The village water supply was two streets down the road I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel Why am I so Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket “Your stew is excellent,” the old man said “Tell me about the baseball,” the boy asked him “In the American League it is the Yan 0,301** “They lost today,” the boy told him “That means nothing The great DiMaggio is himself again.” “They have other men on the team.” “Naturally But he makes the difference In the other league, between Brooklyn and Philadelphia I must take Brooklyn But then I think of Dick Sisler and those great drives In the old park.” “There was nothing ever like them He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.” “Do you remember when he used to come to the Terrace?” [21] “I wanted to take him fishing but I was too timid to ask him Then I asked you to ask him and you were too timid.” “I know It was a great mistake He might have gone with us Then we would have that for all of our lives.” “I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing,” the old man said “They say his father was a fisherman Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.” “The great Sisler’s father was never poor and he, the father, was playing in the Big Leagues when he was my age.” “When I was your age I was before the mast on a square rigged ship that ran to Africa and I have seen lions on the beaches in the evening.” “I know You told me.” “Should we talk about Africa or about baseball?” “Baseball I think,” the boy said “Tell me about the great John J McGraw.” He said Jota for J “He used to come to the Terrace sometimes too in the older days But he was rough and Tính dễ sử dụng Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng drinking His mind was on horses as well as baseball At least he carried lists of [22] horses at all times in his pocket and frequently spoke the names of horses on the telephone.” “He was a great manager,” the boy said “My father thinks he was the greatest.” “Because he came here the most times,” the old man said “If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager.” “Who is the greatest manager, really, Luque or Mike Gonzalez?” “I think they are equal.” “And the best fisherman is you.” “No I know others better.” “Que Va,” the boy said “There are many good fishermen and some great ones But there is only you.” “Thank you You make me happy I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.” “There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.” “I may not be as strong as I think,” the old man said “But I know many tricks and I have resolution.” “You ought to go to bed now so that you will be fresh in the morning I will take the things back to the Terrace.” [23] “Good night then I will wake you in the morning.” “You’re my alarm clock,” the boy said Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said “Why old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?” “I don’t know,” the boy said “All I know is that young boys sleep la man said “I’ll waken you in time.” “I not like for him to waken me It is as though I were inferior.” “I know.” “Sleep well old man.” The boy went out They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow, putting the newspaper inside them He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed He was asleep in 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 [24] 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 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 very 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 He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, n 0,280** 0,479** strength, nor of his wife He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beach They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy He never dreamed about the boy He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on He urinated outside the shack and then went up the road to wake the boy He was shivering with the morning cold But he knew he would shiver himself warm and that soon he would be rowing The door of the house where the boy lived was unlocked and he opened it and walked in quietly with his [25] bare feet The boy was asleep on a cot in the first room and the old man could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon He took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at him The old man nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and, sitting on the bed, pulled them on The old man went out the door and the boy came after him He was sleepy and the old man put his arm across his shoulders and said, “I am sorry.” “Qua Va,” the boy said “It is what a man must do.” They walked down the road to the old man’s shack and all along the road, in the dark, barefoot men were moving, carrying the masts of their boats When they reached the old man’s shack the boy Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến harpoon and gaff and the old man carried the mast with the furled sail on his shoulder “Do you want coffee?” the boy asked “We’ll put the gear in the boat and then get some.” They had coffee from condensed milk cans at an early morning place that served fishermen “How did you sleep old man?” the boy asked He [26] was waking up now although it was still hard for him to leave his sleep “Very well, Manolin,” the old man said “I feel confident today.” “So I,” the boy said “Now I must get your sardines and mine and your fresh baits He brings our gear himself He never wants anyone to carry anything.” “We’re different,” the old man said “I let you carry things when you were five years old.” Ảnh hưởng xã hội Tính kích thích 0,145** 0,202** 0,285** Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến liên tục ** Có ý nghĩa thống kê mức tin cậy 5% Nguồn: Kết nghiên cứu định lượng họ tăng 0,479 0,285 đơn vị Kết luận khuyến nghị Dựa mơ hình UTAUT (Venkatesh & cộng sự, 2003), nghiên cứu phát triển kiểm định mối quan hệ cấu trúc: Tính hữu ích (PE), Tính dễ sử dụng (EE), Ảnh hưởng xã hội (SI), Điều kiện vật chất hỗ trợ (FC) biến Tính kích thích (ST) Kết nghiên cứu cho thấy, năm nhân tố có tác động tích cực lên Ý định mua hàng trực tuyến, tương đồng với kết nghiên cứu Escobar-Rodríguez & Carvajal-Trujillo (2014); Celik (2016) Zimmerman (2012) Ngồi ra, Ý định mua hàng có tác động thuận chiều lên Hành vi mua hàng trực tuyến ngẫu hứng liên tục Với kết này, nhóm nghiên cứu có đóng góp lý thuyết cho chủ đề nghiên cứu hành vi liên quan đến mua sắm trực tuyến Đồng thời, nhóm đưa số khuyến nghị sau dành cho nhà kinh doanh, người mua hàng Chính phủ Việt Nam để thúc đẩy doanh thu bán hàng trực tuyến, đồng thời, bảo vệ người tiêu dùng: 6.1 Đối với nhà kinh doanh Các kênh mua sắm trực tuyến nên cải thiện, nâng cấp tối ưu hóa dịch vụ nhằm tăng cường tính dễ sử dụng tính hữu ích – nâng cao giá trị trải nghiệm người tiêu dùng – từ xóa bỏ rào cản cơng nghệ phận người dân Việt Nam Điều trực tiếp thúc đẩy ý định mua hàng trực tuyến họ, đồng thời thúc đẩy tính ngẫu hứng liên tục hành vi mua sắm, tạo hội tăng doanh thu cho trang mua sắm trực tuyến Từ góc độ nhà kinh doanh, nhu cầu hướng chọn mua hàng người tiêu dùng kích thích yếu tố: giá cả, hình ảnh thực tế, đánh giá chất lượng, quảng cáo pop-up liên quan đến sản phẩm người tiêu dùng tìm kiếm, thơng báo chương trình khuyến Vì vậy, kênh mua sắm trực tuyến cần tận dụng công nghệ để nâng cao thu hút cách xây dựng chiến dịch quảng bá phù hợp để kích thích ý định mua sắm trực tuyến khách hàng, đồng thời tiếp cận phân khúc tiềm 6.2 Đối với người tiêu dùng 6.2.1 Về mua hàng ngẫu hứng Người tiêu dùng cần trang bị đầy đủ kiến thức thơng tin thống từ phương tiện đại chúng Chính phủ tổ chức uy tín để mua hàng trực tuyến an tồn, tránh bị tác động chiêu trò marketing làm tổn hại tới quyền lợi cần lưu ý thói quen tiêu dùng thân hành vi mua hàng ngẫu hứng móng cho hành vi mua hàng liên tục (Moon & cộng sự, 2017) 6.2.2 Về mua hàng liên tục Số 291 tháng 9/2021 73 He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish In the first forty days a boy had been with him But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords But none of these scars were fresh They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff w We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him “No,” the old man said “You’re with a lucky boat Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said “But we have Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Ha taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there [11] was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace “Santiago,” the boy said “Yes,” the old man said He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago “Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?” “No Go and play baseball I can still row and Rogelio will throw the net.” “I would like to go If I cannot fish with you I would like to serve in some way.” “You bought me a beer,” the old man said “You are already a man.” “How old was I when you first took me in a boat?” “Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces Can you remember?” “I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing I can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over me.” [12] “Can Người tiêu dùng khơng nhận tồn hành vi mua liên tục hoạt động mua sắm chưa thật nhận thức phổ biến Việt Nam Vậy nên, họ cần hiểu động dẫn đến hành vi mua hàng liên tục để cảnh giác mua hàng trang mua sắm trực tuyến Nếu hành vi ảnh hưởng mạnh tới đời sống vật chất tinh thần, người tiêu dùng cần tìm đến trợ giúp từ cộng đồng người xung quanh it to you?” “I remember everything from when we first went together.” The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes “If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said “But you are your father’s and your mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.” “May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.” “I have mine left from today I put them in salt in the box.” “Let me get four fresh ones.” “One,” the old man said His hope and his confidence had never gone But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises “Two,” the boy said “Two,” the old man agreed “You didn’t steal them?” “I would,” the boy said “But I bought these.” “Thank you,” the old man said He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility But he [13] knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride “Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said “Where are you going?” the boy asked “Far out to come in when the wind shifts I want to be out before it is light.” “I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said “Then if you hook something truly big we can come to your aid.” “He does not like to work too far out.” “No,” the boy said “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him to come out after dolphin.” “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is 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.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I am a strange old man” “But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?” “I think so And there are many tricks.” [14] “Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said “So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.” They picked up the gear from the boat The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack The shack was made of the toug called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered [15] guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre These were relics of his wife Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt “What you have to eat?” the boy asked “A pot of yellow rice with fish Do you want some?” “No I will eat at home Do you want me to make the fire?” “No I will make it later on Or I may eat the rice cold.” “May I take the cast net?” “Of course.” There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it But they went through this fiction every day There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too “Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said “How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?” “I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?” [16] “Yes I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.” The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too But the old man brought it out from under the bed “Perico gave it t back when I have the sardines I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning When I come back you can tell me about the baseball.” “The Yankees cannot lose.” “But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.” “Have faith in the Yankees my son Think of the great DiMaggio.” “I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.” “Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.” “You study it and tell me when I come back.” “Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.” “We can that,” the boy said “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?” [17] “It could not happen twice Do you think you can find an eighty-five?” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I can order one “One sheet That’s two dollars and a half Who can we borrow that from?” “That’s easy I can always borrow two dollars and a half.” “I think perhaps I can too But I try not to borrow First you borrow Then you beg.” “Keep warm old man,” the boy said “Remember we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” “I go now for the sardines,” the boy said When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down The boy took the over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun The [18] old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze He was barefooted The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep “Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away Then he smiled “What have you got?” he asked “Supper,” said the boy “We’re going to have supper.” “I’m not very hungry.” “Come on and eat You can’t fish and not eat.” “I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it Then he started to fold the blanket “Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.” “Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said “What are we eating?” “Black beans and rice, fried ba brought them in a two-decker metal container from the Terrace The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set “Who gave this to you?” “Martin The owner.” “I must thank him.” “I thanked him already,” the boy said “You don’t need to thank him.” “I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said “Has he done this for us more than once?” “I think so.” “I must give him something more than the belly meat then He is very thoughtful for us.” “He sent two beers.” “I like the beer in cans best.” “I know But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.” “That’s very kind of you,” the old man said “Should we eat?” “I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.” [20] “I’m ready now,” the old man said “I only needed time to wash.” Where did you wash? the boy thought The village water supply was two streets down the road I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel Why am I so Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket “Your stew is excellent,” the old man said “Tell me about the baseball,” the boy asked him “In the American League it is the Yan 6.3 Đối với Chính phủ “They lost today,” the boy told him “That means nothing The great DiMaggio is himself again.” “They have other men on the team.” “Naturally But he makes the difference In the other league, between Brooklyn and Philadelphia I must take Brooklyn But then I think of Dick Sisler and those great drives In the old park.” “There was nothing ever like them He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.” “Do you remember when he used to come to the Terrace?” [21] “I wanted to take him fishing but I was too timid to ask him Then I asked you to ask him and you were too timid.” “I know It was a great mistake He might have gone with us Then we would have that for all of our lives.” “I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing,” the old man said “They say his father was a fisherman Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.” “The great Sisler’s father was never poor and he, the father, was playing in the Big Leagues when he was my age.” “When I was your age I was before the mast on a square rigged ship that ran to Africa and I have seen lions on the beaches in the evening.” “I know You told me.” “Should we talk about Africa or about baseball?” “Baseball I think,” the boy said “Tell me about the great John J McGraw.” He said Jota for J “He used to come to the Terrace sometimes too in the older days But he was rough and drinking His mind was on horses as well as baseball At least he carried lists of [22] horses at all times in his pocket and frequently spoke the names of horses on the telephone.” “He was a great manager,” the boy said “My father thinks he was the greatest.” “Because he came here the most times,” the old man said “If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager.” “Who is the greatest manager, really, Luque or Mike Gonzalez?” “I think they are equal.” “And the best fisherman is you.” “No I know others better.” “Que Va,” the boy said “There are many good fishermen and some great ones But there is only you.” “Thank you You make me happy I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.” “There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.” “I may not be as strong as I think,” the old man said “But I know many tricks and I have resolution.” “You ought to go to bed now so that you will be fresh in the morning I will take the things back to the Terrace.” [23] “Good night then I will wake you in the morning.” “You’re my alarm clock,” the boy said Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said “Why old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?” “I don’t know,” the boy said “All I know is that young boys sleep la 6.3.1 Về mua hàng ngẫu hứng man said “I’ll waken you in time.” “I not like for him to waken me It is as though I were inferior.” “I know.” “Sleep well old man.” The boy went out They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow, putting the newspaper inside them He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed He was asleep in 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 [24] 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 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 very 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 He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, n Cơ quan sách nên lập chiến lược tận dụng nguồn thu nhập từ việc phát triển thương mại trực tuyến, cách tiếp tục tạo môi trường thuận lợi cho doanh nghiệp vừa nhỏ công ty thương mại điện tử tham gia vào hoạt động kinh tế công nghệ bền vững; định hướng hành vi người tiêu dùng theo hướng tích cực, bền vững thân thiện với mơi trường strength, nor of his wife He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beach They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy He never dreamed about the boy He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on He urinated outside the shack and then went up the road to wake the boy He was shivering with the morning cold But he knew he would shiver himself warm and that soon he would be rowing The door of the house where the boy lived was unlocked and he opened it and walked in quietly with his [25] bare feet The boy was asleep on a cot in the first room and the old man could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon He took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at him The old man nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and, sitting on the bed, pulled them on The old man went out the door and the boy came after him He was sleepy and the old man put his arm across his shoulders and said, “I am sorry.” “Qua Va,” the boy said “It is what a man must do.” They walked down the road to the old man’s shack and all along the road, in the dark, barefoot men were moving, carrying the masts of their boats When they reached the old man’s shack the boy harpoon and gaff and the old man carried the mast with the furled sail on his shoulder “Do you want coffee?” the boy asked “We’ll put the gear in the boat and then get some.” They had coffee from condensed milk cans at an early morning place that served fishermen “How did you sleep old man?” the boy asked He [26] was waking up now although it was still hard for him to leave his sleep “Very well, Manolin,” the old man said “I feel confident today.” “So I,” the boy said “Now I must get your sardines and mine and your fresh baits He brings our gear himself He never wants anyone to carry anything.” “We’re different,” the old man said “I let you carry things when you were five years old.” 6.3.2 Về mua hàng liên tục Các dịch vụ giáo dục, tư vấn tuyên truyền cần đẩy mạnh nhằm tăng nhận thức người tiêu dùng rủi ro hành vi mua hàng liên tục Các chương trình giáo dục trách nghiệm quản lý tài cá nhân cho thiếu niên (để hình thành thói quen mua hàng sáng suốt hơn) coi giải pháp Thực tế nay, số quy định Luật Bảo vệ quyền lợi người tiêu dùng chưa rõ ràng khơng cịn phù hợp với bối cảnh thương mại điện tử Do vậy, Nhà nước nên đưa quy định phù hợp với nhà tiếp thị để bảo vệ quyền lợi người tiêu dùng trực tuyến, đặc biệt ngăn chặn, xử phạt hình thức quảng cáo phóng đại, gian dối nhằm kích thích lượng tiêu thụ Tài liệu tham khảo Ajzen, I (1991), ‘The Theory of Planned Behavior’, Organizational Behavior and Human Decision Processes, 50(2), 179-211, DOI:10.1016/0749-5978(91)90020-T Beatty, S.E & Ferrell, M.E (1998), ‘Impulse buying: Modeling its precursors’, Journal of Retailing, 74(2), 169-191, DOI:10.1016/S0022-4359(99)80092-X Bighiu, G., Manolică, A & Roman, C.T (2015), ‘Compulsive buying behavior on the internet’, Procedia Economics and Finance, 20(1), 72-79, DOI:10.1016/S2212-5671(15)00049-0 Bitner, M.J (1992), ‘Servicescapes: The impact of physical surroundings on customers and employees’, Journal of Marketing, 56(2), 57-71, DOI:10.1177/002224299205600205 Black, D.W., Shaw, M., McCormick, B., Bayless, J.D & Allen, J (2012), ‘Neuropsychological performance, impulsivity, ADHD symptoms, and novelty seeking in compulsive buying disorder’, Psychiatry Research, 200(23), 581-587, DOI:10.1016/j.psychres.2012.06.003 Brown, R., Derksen, C & Wang, L (2010), ‘A multi‐data set analysis of variability and change in Arctic spring snow cover extent, 1967–2008’, Journal of Geophysical Research Atmosphere, 115(D16), DOI:10.1029/2010JD013975 Celik, H (2016), ‘Customer online shopping anxiety within the Unified Theory of Acceptance and Use Technology (UTAUT) framework’, Asia Pacific Journal of Marketing and Logistics, 278-307, DOI:10.1108/ APJML-05-2015-0077 Celik, S & Kose, G.G (2021), ‘Mediating effect of intolerance of uncertainty in the relationship between coping styles with stress during pandemic (COVID-19) process and compulsive buying behavior’, Progress in NeuroPsychopharmacology and Biological Psychiatry, Department of Marketing, Marmara University, Turkey, DOI:10.1016/j.pnpbp.2021.110321 Chan, T.K., Cheung, C.M & Lee, Z.W (2017), ‘The state of online impulse-buying research: A literature analysis’, Information & Management, 54(2), 204-217, DOI:10.1016/j.im.2016.06.001 Chen, C.C & Yao, J.Y (2018), ‘What drives impulse buying behaviors in a mobile auction? The perspective of the Stimulus-Organism-Response model’, Telematics and Informatics, 35(5), 1249-1262, DOI:10.1016/j Số 291 tháng 9/2021 74 He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish In the first forty days a boy had been with him But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords But none of these scars were fresh They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff w We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him “No,” the old man said “You’re with a lucky boat Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said “But we have Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Ha taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there [11] was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace “Santiago,” the boy said “Yes,” the old man said He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago “Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?” “No Go and play baseball I can still row and Rogelio will throw the net.” “I would like to go If I cannot fish with you I would like to serve in some way.” “You bought me a beer,” the old man said “You are already a man.” “How old was I when you first took me in a boat?” “Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces Can you remember?” “I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing I can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over me.” [12] “Can tele.2018.02.007 it to you?” “I remember everything from when we first went together.” The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes “If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said “But you are your father’s and your mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.” “May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.” “I have mine left from today I put them in salt in the box.” “Let me get four fresh ones.” “One,” the old man said His hope and his confidence had never gone But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises “Two,” the boy said “Two,” the old man agreed “You didn’t steal them?” “I would,” the boy said “But I bought these.” “Thank you,” the old man said He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility But he [13] knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride “Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said “Where are you going?” the boy asked “Far out to come in when the wind shifts I want to be out before it is light.” “I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said “Then if you hook something truly big we can come to your aid.” “He does not like to work too far out.” “No,” the boy said “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him to come out after dolphin.” “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is 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.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I am a strange old man” “But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?” “I think so And there are many tricks.” [14] “Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said “So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.” They picked up the gear from the boat The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack The shack was made of the toug Eastin, M.S (2002), ‘Diffusion of e-commerce: an analysis of the adoption of four e-commerce activities’, Telematics and Informatics, 19(3), 251-267, DOI:10.1016/S0736-5853(01)00005-3 called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered [15] guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre These were relics of his wife Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt “What you have to eat?” the boy asked “A pot of yellow rice with fish Do you want some?” “No I will eat at home Do you want me to make the fire?” “No I will make it later on Or I may eat the rice cold.” “May I take the cast net?” “Of course.” There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it But they went through this fiction every day There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too “Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said “How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?” “I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?” [16] “Yes I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.” The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too But the old man brought it out from under the bed “Perico gave it t back when I have the sardines I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning When I come back you can tell me about the baseball.” “The Yankees cannot lose.” “But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.” “Have faith in the Yankees my son Think of the great DiMaggio.” “I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.” “Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.” “You study it and tell me when I come back.” “Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.” “We can that,” the boy said “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?” [17] “It could not happen twice Do you think you can find an eighty-five?” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I can order one “One sheet That’s two dollars and a half Who can we borrow that from?” “That’s easy I can always borrow two dollars and a half.” “I think perhaps I can too But I try not to borrow First you borrow Then you beg.” “Keep warm old man,” the boy said “Remember we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” “I go now for the sardines,” the boy said When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down The boy took the Escobar-Rodríguez, T & Carvajal-Trujillo, E (2014), ‘Online purchasing tickets for low cost carriers: An application of the unified theory of acceptance and use of technology (UTAUT) model’, Tourism Management, 43, 70-88, DOI:10.1016/j.tourman.2014.01.017 over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun The [18] old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze He was barefooted The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep “Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away Then he smiled “What have you got?” he asked “Supper,” said the boy “We’re going to have supper.” “I’m not very hungry.” “Come on and eat You can’t fish and not eat.” “I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it Then he started to fold the blanket “Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.” “Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said “What are we eating?” “Black beans and rice, fried ba brought them in a two-decker metal container from the Terrace The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set “Who gave this to you?” “Martin The owner.” “I must thank him.” “I thanked him already,” the boy said “You don’t need to thank him.” “I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said “Has he done this for us more than once?” “I think so.” “I must give him something more than the belly meat then He is very thoughtful for us.” “He sent two beers.” “I like the beer in cans best.” “I know But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.” “That’s very kind of you,” the old man said “Should we eat?” “I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.” [20] “I’m ready now,” the old man said “I only needed time to wash.” Where did you wash? the boy thought The village water supply was two streets down the road I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel Why am I so Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket “Your stew is excellent,” the old man said “Tell me about the baseball,” the boy asked him “In the American League it is the Yan “They lost today,” the boy told him “That means nothing The great DiMaggio is himself again.” “They have other men on the team.” “Naturally But he makes the difference In the other league, between Brooklyn and Philadelphia I must take Brooklyn But then I think of Dick Sisler and those great drives In the old park.” “There was nothing ever like them He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.” “Do you remember when he used to come to the Terrace?” [21] “I wanted to take him fishing but I was too timid to ask him Then I asked you to ask him and you were too timid.” “I know It was a great mistake He might have gone with us Then we would have that for all of our lives.” “I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing,” the old man said “They say his father was a fisherman Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.” “The great Sisler’s father was never poor and he, the father, was playing in the Big Leagues when he was my age.” “When I was your age I was before the mast on a square rigged ship that ran to Africa and I have seen lions on the beaches in the evening.” “I know You told me.” “Should we talk about Africa or about baseball?” “Baseball I think,” the boy said “Tell me about the great John J McGraw.” He said Jota for J “He used to come to the Terrace sometimes too in the older days But he was rough and drinking His mind was on horses as well as baseball At least he carried lists of [22] horses at all times in his pocket and frequently spoke the names of horses on the telephone.” “He was a great manager,” the boy said “My father thinks he was the greatest.” “Because he came here the most times,” the old man said “If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager.” “Who is the greatest manager, really, Luque or Mike Gonzalez?” “I think they are equal.” “And the best fisherman is you.” “No I know others better.” “Que Va,” the boy said “There are many good fishermen and some great ones But there is only you.” “Thank you You make me happy I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.” “There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.” “I may not be as strong as I think,” the old man said “But I know many tricks and I have resolution.” “You ought to go to bed now so that you will be fresh in the morning I will take the things back to the Terrace.” [23] “Good night then I will wake you in the morning.” “You’re my alarm clock,” the boy said Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said “Why old men wake so early? 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fish In the first forty days a boy had been with him But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its [9] reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords But none of these scars were fresh They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated “Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff w We’ve made some money.” The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him “No,” the old man said “You’re with a lucky boat Stay with them.” “But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.” “I remember,” the old man said “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.” “It was papa made me leave I am a boy and I must obey him.” “I know,” the old man said “It is quite normal.” “He hasn’t much faith.” [10] “No,” the old man said “But we have Haven’t we?” ‘Yes,” the boy said “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.” “Why not?” the old man said “Between fishermen.” They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried them laid full length across two planks, with two men Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea staggering at the end of each plank, to the fish house where they waited for the ice truck to carry them to the market in Ha taken them to the shark factory on the other side of the cove where they were hoisted on a block and tackle, their livers removed, their fins cut off and their hides skinned out and their flesh cut into strips for salting When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbour from the shark factory; but today there [11] was only the faint edge of the odour because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace “Santiago,” the boy said “Yes,” the old man said He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago “Can I go out to get sardines for you for tomorrow?” “No Go and play baseball I can still row and Rogelio will throw the net.” “I would like to go If I cannot fish with you I would like to serve in some way.” “You bought me a beer,” the old man said “You are already a man.” “How old was I when you first took me in a boat?” “Five and you nearly were killed when I brought the fish in too green and he nearly tore the boat to pieces Can you remember?” “I can remember the tail slapping and banging and the thwart breaking and the noise of the clubbing I can remember you throwing me into the bow where the wet coiled lines were and feeling the whole boat shiver and the noise of you clubbing him like chopping a tree down and the sweet blood smell all over me.” [12] “Can Venkatesh, V & Davis, F.D (2000), ‘A theoretical extension of the Technology Acceptance Model: Four longitudinal feld studies’, Management Science, 46(2), 186-204, DOI:10.1287/mnsc.46.2.186.11926 it to you?” “I remember everything from when we first went together.” The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes “If you were my boy I’d take you out and gamble,” he said “But you are your father’s and your mother’s and you are in a lucky boat.” “May I get the sardines? I know where I can get four baits too.” “I have mine left from today I put them in salt in the box.” “Let me get four fresh ones.” “One,” the old man said His hope and his confidence had never gone But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises “Two,” the boy said “Two,” the old man agreed “You didn’t steal them?” “I would,” the boy said “But I bought these.” “Thank you,” the old man said He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility But he [13] knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride “Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,” he said “Where are you going?” the boy asked “Far out to come in when the wind shifts I want to be out before it is light.” “I’ll try to get him to work far out,” the boy said “Then if you hook something truly big we can come to your aid.” “He does not like to work too far out.” “No,” the boy said “But I will see something that he cannot see such as a bird working and get him to come out after dolphin.” “Are his eyes that bad?” “He is 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.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I am a strange old man” “But are you strong enough now for a truly big fish?” “I think so And there are many tricks.” [14] “Let us take the stuff home,” the boy said “So I can get the cast net and go after the sardines.” They picked up the gear from the boat The old man carried the mast on his shoulder and the boy carried the wooden boat with the coiled, hard-braided brown lines, the gaff and the harpoon with its shaft The box with the baits was under the stern of the skiff along with the club that was used to subdue the big fish when they were brought alongside No one would steal from the old man but it was better to take the sail and the heavy lines home as the dew was bad for them and, though he was quite sure no local people would steal from him, the old man thought that a gaff and a harpoon were needless temptations to leave in a boat They walked up the road together to the old man’s shack and went in through its open door The old man leaned the mast with its wrapped sail against the wall and the boy put the box and the other gear beside it The mast was nearly as long as the one room of the shack The shack was made of the toug called guano and in it there was a bed, a table, one chair, and a place on the dirt floor to cook with charcoal On the brown walls of the flattened, overlapping leaves of the sturdy fibered [15] guano there was a picture in color of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and another of the Virgin of Cobre These were relics of his wife Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt “What you have to eat?” the boy asked “A pot of yellow rice with fish Do you want some?” “No I will eat at home Do you want me to make the fire?” “No I will make it later on Or I may eat the rice cold.” “May I take the cast net?” “Of course.” There was no cast net and the boy remembered when they had sold it But they went through this fiction every day There was no pot of yellow rice and fish and the boy knew this too “Eighty-five is a lucky number,” the old man said “How would you like to see me bring one in that dressed out over a thousand pounds?” “I’ll get the cast net and go for sardines Will you sit in the sun in the doorway?” [16] “Yes I have yesterday’s paper and I will read the baseball.” The boy did not know whether yesterday’s paper was a fiction too But the old man brought it out from under the bed “Perico gave it t Venkatesh, V., Morris, M.G., Davis, G.B & Davis, F.D (2003), ‘User Acceptance of Information Technology: Toward a unified view’, MIS Quarterly, 27(3), 425-478, DOI:10.2307/30036540 back when I have the sardines I’ll keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning When I come back you can tell me about the baseball.” “The Yankees cannot lose.” “But I fear the Indians of Cleveland.” “Have faith in the Yankees my son Think of the great DiMaggio.” “I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.” “Be careful or you will fear even the Reds of Cincinnati and the White Sax of Chicago.” “You study it and tell me when I come back.” “Do you think we should buy a terminal of the lottery with an eighty-five? Tomorrow is the eighty-fifth day.” “We can that,” the boy said “But what about the eighty-seven of your great record?” [17] “It could not happen twice Do you think you can find an eighty-five?” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “I can order one “One sheet That’s two dollars and a half Who can we borrow that from?” “That’s easy I can always borrow two dollars and a half.” “I think perhaps I can too But I try not to borrow First you borrow Then you beg.” “Keep warm old man,” the boy said “Remember we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” “I go now for the sardines,” the boy said When the boy came back the old man was asleep in the chair and the sun was down The boy took the over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders They were strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck was still strong too and the creases did not show so much when the old man was asleep and his head fallen forward His shirt had been patched so many times that it was like the sail and the patches were faded to many different shades by the sun The [18] old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze He was barefooted The boy left him there and when he came back the old man was still asleep “Wake up old man,” the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man’s knees The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away Then he smiled “What have you got?” he asked “Supper,” said the boy “We’re going to have supper.” “I’m not very hungry.” “Come on and eat You can’t fish and not eat.” “I have,” the old man said getting up and taking the newspaper and folding it Then he started to fold the blanket “Keep the blanket around you,” the boy said “You’ll not fish without eating while I’m alive.” “Then live a long time and take care of yourself,” the old man said “What are we eating?” “Black beans and rice, fried ba Venkatesh, V., Thong, J.Y & Xu, X (2012), ‘Consumer Acceptance and Use of Information Technology: Extending the Unified Theory of Acceptance and Use of Technology’, MIS Quarterly, 36(1), 157-178, DOI:10.2307/41410412 brought them in a two-decker metal container from the Terrace The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set “Who gave this to you?” “Martin The owner.” “I must thank him.” “I thanked him already,” the boy said “You don’t need to thank him.” “I’ll give him the belly meat of a big fish,” the old man said “Has he done this for us more than once?” “I think so.” “I must give him something more than the belly meat then He is very thoughtful for us.” “He sent two beers.” “I like the beer in cans best.” “I know But this is in bottles, Hatuey beer, and I take back the bottles.” “That’s very kind of you,” the old man said “Should we eat?” “I’ve been asking you to,” the boy told him gently “I have not wished to open the container until you were ready.” [20] “I’m ready now,” the old man said “I only needed time to wash.” Where did you wash? the boy thought The village water supply was two streets down the road I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel Why am I so Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea thoughtless? I must get him another shirt and a jacket for the winter and some sort of shoes and another blanket “Your stew is excellent,” the old man said “Tell me about the baseball,” the boy asked him “In the American League it is the Yan “They lost today,” the boy told him “That means nothing The great DiMaggio is himself again.” “They have other men on the team.” “Naturally But he makes the difference In the other league, between Brooklyn and Philadelphia I must take Brooklyn But then I think of Dick Sisler and those great drives In the old park.” “There was nothing ever like them He hits the longest ball I have ever seen.” “Do you remember when he used to come to the Terrace?” [21] “I wanted to take him fishing but I was too timid to ask him Then I asked you to ask him and you were too timid.” “I know It was a great mistake He might have gone with us Then we would have that for all of our lives.” “I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing,” the old man said “They say his father was a fisherman Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.” “The great Sisler’s father was never poor and he, the father, was playing in the Big Leagues when he was my age.” “When I was your age I was before the mast on a square rigged ship that ran to Africa and I have seen lions on the beaches in the evening.” “I know You told me.” “Should we talk about Africa or about baseball?” “Baseball I think,” the boy said “Tell me about the great John J McGraw.” He said Jota for J “He used to come to the Terrace sometimes too in the older days But he was rough and drinking His mind was on horses as well as baseball At least he carried lists of [22] horses at all times in his pocket and frequently spoke the names of horses on the telephone.” “He was a great manager,” the boy said “My father thinks he was the greatest.” “Because he came here the most times,” the old man said “If Durocher had continued to come here each year your father would think him the greatest manager.” “Who is the greatest manager, really, Luque or Mike Gonzalez?” “I think they are equal.” “And the best fisherman is you.” “No I know others better.” “Que Va,” the boy said “There are many good fishermen and some great ones But there is only you.” “Thank you You make me happy I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong.” “There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.” “I may not be as strong as I think,” the old man said “But I know many tricks and I have resolution.” “You ought to go to bed now so that you will be fresh in the morning I will take the things back to the Terrace.” [23] “Good night then I will wake you in the morning.” “You’re my alarm clock,” the boy said Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea “Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said “Why old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?” “I don’t know,” the boy said “All I know is that young boys sleep la Yang, K (2010), ‘Determinants of US consumer mobile shopping services adoption: Implications for designing mobile shopping services’, Journal of Consumer Marketing, 27(3), 262-270, DOI:10.1108/07363761011038338 man said “I’ll waken you in time.” “I not like for him to waken me It is as though I were inferior.” “I know.” “Sleep well old man.” The boy went out They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow, putting the newspaper inside them He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed He was asleep in 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 [24] 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 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 very 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 He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, n strength, nor of his wife He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beach They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy He never dreamed about the boy He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on He urinated outside the shack and then went up the road to wake the boy He was shivering with the morning cold But he knew he would shiver himself warm and that soon he would be rowing The door of the house where the boy lived was unlocked and he opened it and walked in quietly with his [25] bare feet The boy was asleep on a cot in the first room and the old man could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon He took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at him The old man nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and, sitting on the bed, pulled them on The old man went out the door and the boy came after him He was sleepy and the old man put his arm across his shoulders and said, “I am sorry.” “Qua Va,” the boy said “It is what a man must do.” They walked down the road to the old man’s shack and all along the road, in the dark, barefoot men were moving, carrying the masts of their boats When they reached the old man’s shack the boy Yu, C.S (2012), ‘Factors affecting individuals to adopt mobile banking: Empirical evidence from the utaut model’, Journal of Electronic Commerce Research, 13(2), 104-121 harpoon and gaff and the old man carried the mast with the furled sail on his shoulder “Do you want coffee?” the boy asked “We’ll put the gear in the boat and then get some.” They had coffee from condensed milk cans at an early morning place that served fishermen “How did you sleep old man?” the boy asked He [26] was waking up now although it was still hard for him to leave his sleep “Very well, Manolin,” the old man said “I feel confident today.” “So I,” the boy said “Now I must get your sardines and mine and your fresh baits He brings our gear himself He never wants anyone to carry anything.” “We’re different,” the old man said “I let you carry things when you were five years old.” Zhang, K & Benyoucef, M (2016), ‘Consumer behavior in social commerce: A literature review’, Decision Support Systems, 86(1), 95-108, DOI:10.1016/j.dss.2016.04.001 Zimmerman, J (2012), ‘Using the SOR model to understand the impact of website attributes on the online shopping experience’, Master thesis, University of North Texas, Department of Merchandising and Digital Retailing Zwass, V (1998), Structure and macro-level impacts of Electronic Commerce: From technological infrastructure to electronic marketplaces, Boston: Mass, DOI:10.4135/9781483345505.n12 Số 291 tháng 9/2021 76