The Old Man and the Sea
The wind is our friend, anyway, he thought. Then he added, sometimes. And the great sea with our friends and our enemies. And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, he thought.
"Nothing," he said aloud. "I went out too far." (4.171, 4.172)
"They beat me, Manolin," he said. "They truly beat me."
"He didn’t beat you. Not the fish."
"No. Truly. It was afterwards." (5.22-5.24)
"I know how to care for them. In the night I spat something strange and felt something in my chest was broken." (5.44)