From Anil's Ghost, by Michael Ondaatje.
'I've had friends die who were my age, but I miss that old man more. I suppose I was expecting him to teach me how to be old.'* (p. 47)
This was sunstroke or dengue fever or malaria. When they got back to Colombo she would have tests done. 'It's the sun,' Sarath murmured. 'I'll buy you a bigger hat. I'll buy you a bigger hat. I'll buy you a bigger hat.'* (p. 60)
He stood facing Anil, his arms straight down. He was thin, like some lost animal, some idea.