Coriolanus’s self-centeredness here is almost funny. Learning that he was accepted into the elite officer program has gone to his head, making Coriolanus feel even more “exceptional” than he already did. And his supposed exceptionality seems, to him, totally wasted in the wilderness, where it’s rainy, dirty, and he has to do things like dig for worms. Coriolanus reads even more like a spoiled Capitol kid in this passage. And it seems like his life might again change when he discovers the murder weapon.