A despairing, shell-shocked war soldier in Toni Morrison’s ‘Sula’:

“Twenty two years old,weak,hot,frightened,not daring to acknowledge the fact that he didn’t even know who or what he was…with no past, no language, no tribe, no source, no address book, no comb, no pencil, no clock, no pocket handkerchief, no rug, no bed, no can opener, no faded postcard, no soap, no key, no tobacco pouch, no soiled underwear and nothing nothing nothing to do…”