Solzhenitsyn, "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich"
Vdovushkin reached for the thermometer and read it.
"H'm, neither one thing nor the other. Thirty-seven point two. If it had been thirty-eight it would have been clear to anyone. I can't exempt you. Stay behind at your own risk, if you like. The doctor will examine you. If he considers you're ill he'll exempt you. If he finds you fit, he won't. Then you'll be locked up. You'd do best to go to work."
Shukhov said nothing. He didn't even nod. Pulling his hat over his eyes, he walked
How can you expect a man who's warm to understand one who's cold?