Jeez this is great; what a perfect complement to Augustine’s wondering of soul.
Henderson and his man, Romilayu find that they’ve been set up with a corpse in their small hut. After the initial shock and anger, they must decide what to do.
When he came back we squatted down, the two of us, beside the dead man to deliberate and what I felt was not so much fear now as sadness, a regular drawing pain of sadness. I felt my mouth become very wide with the sorrow of it and the two of us, looking at the body, suffered silently for a while, the dead man in his silence sending a message to me such as, "Here, man, is your being, which you think is so terrific." And just as silently I replied, "Oh, be quiet, dead man, for Christ’s sake." (p. 132)
I don’t know how Augustine can top that one for entertainment value.