The Old Man and the Sea
Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, he thought. But that was the thing that I was born for. (2.96)
"Take a good rest, small bird," he said. "Then go in and take your chance like any man or bird or fish." (3.16)
He looked at the sky and saw the white cumulus built like friendly piles of ice cream and high above were the thin feathers of the cirrus against the high September sky.
"Light brisa," he said. "Better weather for me than for you, fish." (3.52, 3.53)