He reached along the rail for her hand, but she pulled it away, saying,
“I’m still talking to you. I expect you to be crazy, and I expect to give in to you all along. I’m crazy too, I know. But I wish there were some way I could just once feel that my giving in meant anything to you. I wish you knew how to be gracious about it.”

“You think you humor me so much? I haven’t noticed it.”
His voice was sullen.

“I don’t HUMOR you at all. I’m just trying to live with you on an extended boat trip in a lot of cramped and little cabins on an endless series of stinking boats.”

          – Paul Bowles,
              Call at Corazon