I remember him very well, although he was not long with us. Indeed I
think that I shall never forget him, and yet he stayed such a short
time....
When he arrived, we told him that an operation was necessary, and he
made a movement with his head, as if to say that it was our business,
not his.
We operated, and as soon as he recovered consciousness, he went off
again into a dream which was like a glorious delirium, silent and
haughty.
His breathing was so impeded by blood that it sounded like groaning; but
his eyes were full of a strange serenity. That look was never with us.
I had to uncover and dress his wounds several times; and THOSE WOUNDS
MUST HAVE SUFFERED. But to the last, he himself seemed aloof from
everything, even his own sufferings.