They ate in common, without table things, no man using more than his hands.
The man next me was equipping himself to go on sentry duty.

He was in no hurry.

He filled his pipe, drew from his pocket a tinder-lighter as long as a tapeworm, and said to me, "You're not going on again till six o'clock.

Ah, you're very lucky!" Diligently he mingled his heavy tobacco-clouds with the vapors from all those bodies which lay around us and rattled in their throats.
Kneeling at my feet to arrange his things, he gave me some advice, "No need to get a hump, mind.

Nothing ever happens here.