Chapter 20

He shut out the image—remembering the words of T.S. Eliot, memorized in a Stanford English class, as he drifted off:

We die with the dying:

See, they depart, and we go with them.

We are born with the dead:

See, they return, and bring us with them.9

When Quinn woke, he thought for a moment he was in Jakarta again. The TV quietly carried the nature sounds and images that hospitals used to try to soothe—check that, control—patients. As his eyes adjusted to the darkened, antiseptic room—drawn curtains and blinds, monitors, metal beds—the old dread rose and leveled off. Then he flipped the channel, and all hell broke loose.