Beaten
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.
"The old man and the sea", Ernest Hemingway
"The old man and the sea", Ernest Hemingway
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