HESITATION

I don't really know where it happened... in a church, a dustbin,
a charnel-house ? A bus, perhaps ? There were...
but what were there, though ? Eggs, carpets, radishes ? Skeletons ? Yes, but with their flesh still round them, and alive.
I think that's how it was. People in a bus. But one (or two ?)
of them was making himself conspicuous, I don't
really know in what way. For his megalomania ? For his adiposty ?
For his melancholy ? Rather... more precisely... for
his youth, which was embellished by a long... nose ? Chin ? Thumb ?
No : neck, and by a strange, strange, strange hat.
He started to quarrel, yes, that's right, with, no doubt, another passenger (man or woman ? child or old age pensioner ?).

This ended, this finished by ending in a commonplace sort of way, probably by the flight of one of the two adversaries.
I rather think that it was the same character I met, but where ?
In front of a church ? in front of a charnel-house ?
In front of a dustbin ? With a friend who must have been talking to him about something, but about what ? About what ? About what ?