He was feverish but had reported to sick-bay at an improper time.
He was being punished for this irregular attempt to be relieved of his duties.
But the prisoner who had passed into the second stage of his psychological reactions did not avert his eyes any more.
By then his feelings were blunted, and he watched unmoved.
Another example: he found himself waiting at sick-bay,
hoping to be granted two days of light work inside the camp because of injuries or perhaps edema or fever.
He stood unmoved while a twelve-year-old boy was carried in who had been forced to stand at attention for hours in the snow
or to work outside with bare feet because there were no shoes for him in the camp.
His toes had become frostbitten, and the doctor on duty picked off the black gangrenous stumps with tweezers, one by one.
Disgust, horror and pity are emotions that our spectator could not really feel any more.
The sufferers, the dying and the dead, became such commonplace sights to him after a few weeks of camp life that they could not move him any more.
I spent some time in a hut for typhus patients who ran very high temperatures and were often delirious, many of them moribund.
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