It gave him a patrician look. His hat tumbled off, revealing a sweaty clump of thinning brown hair. Through a blood haze he knew he was savaging hisown body, and it seemed exactly the appropriate act of self-flagellation. But they had taken that away from him.
He's a pain, Jonesy thought. Freddy supposed he remembered the names of all the men he had commanded, both the quick and the dead. He's— —dead! is how Jonesy means to finish, but then a terrible bolt of pain tears through him. This is an old psychiatric skill.
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