“I’m going to get that bloody bastard if I die in the attempt.” Lieutenant Grey was glad that at last he had spoken aloud what had so long been twisting his guts into a knot. The venom in Grey’s voice snapped Sergeant Masters out of his reverie. He had been thinking about a bottle of ice-cold Australian beer and a steak with a fried egg on top and his home in Sydney and his wife and the breasts and smell of her. He didn’t bother to follow the lieutenant’s gaze out the window. He knew who it had to be among the half-naked men walking the dirt path which skirted the barbed fence. But he was surprised at Grey’s outburst. Usually the Provost Marshal of Changi was as tight-lipped and unapproachable as any Englishman.
“Save your strength, Lieutenant,” Masters said wearily, “the Japs’ll fix him soon enough.”
Clavell, James - King Rat
The first line/passage, as well as his other works had me thinking that this was going to be a serious, sonorous and heavy novel to read. So far, 25% in, it's not looking like it which is both good and bad.
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