“Several noises recurred throughout the night. About once an hour the man on my left-a sailor, I think-woke up, swore vilely and lighted a cigarette, Another man, a victim of bladder disease, got up and noisily used his chamber-pot half a dozen times during the night. The man in the corner had a coughing fit once in every twenty minutes, so regularly that one came to listen for it as one listens when a dog is baying at the moon. It was an unspeakably repellant sound; a foul bubbling and retching, as though the man’s bowels were being churned up within him. Once when he struck a match I saw that he was a very old man with a grey sunken face like that of a corpse, and he was wearing his trousers wrapped around his head as a nightcap, a thing which for some reason disgusted me very much.”
George Orwell, “Down and Out in Paris and London”, 1933.
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