He felt it as a treachery that he was more afraid of the pain of bullets than of what came after. No more money for saying prayers, no more money for building places to say prayers in. We'll give people food instead, teach them to read, give them books. A man may want to rape a woman. Oh, we have our bad men.
Death's a fact.
It's not worth bothering too much about a little pain here. I'm not even a brave man. It would soon be clear enough to start the long journey back. He felt a desire to go on talking, to delay even by a few minutes the decision to start. It's no good your working for your end unless you're a good man yourself.