The First Day (A Fable After Brown): A Short Story, No. 4, 1974
Stanley marched to the edge of the jungle, took a deep breath, then plunged in. The morning sun was already high in the September sky. The humid air drew a delicate film of perspiration to his brow. He walked a few yards across red burning sand and the perspiration ran into his eyes. It was very hot. He reached up timidly and loosened his collar. He was cramped in his clothes and as he breathed outward, his shirt, under the armpits and down along the ribs, strained inward against him. He was not dressed for the jungle, for he was wearing everything new. New white shirt, new blue suit, new black shoes, red socks and red tie. His shoes were hard and stiff; the starch in his shirt was beginning to melt into his skin.