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. (4.171)
"No," the boy said. "Tell them not to bother Santiago. I’ll be back."
"Tell him how sorry I am."
"Thanks," the boy said. (5.15-5.17)