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- Джозеф Хеллер
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Major
Major
had
lied
,
and
it
was
good
.
He
was
not
really
surprised
that
it
was
good
,
for
he
had
observed
that
people
who
did
lie
were
,
on
the
whole
,
more
resourceful
and
ambitious
and
successful
than
people
who
did
not
lie
.
Had
he
told
the
truth
to
the
second
C
.
I
.
D
.
man
,
he
would
have
found
himself
in
trouble
.
Instead
he
had
lied
,
and
he
was
free
to
continue
his
work
.
He
became
more
circumspect
in
his
work
as
a
result
of
the
visit
from
the
second
C
.
I
.
D
.
man
.
He
did
all
his
signing
with
his
left
hand
and
only
while
wearing
the
dark
glasses
and
false
mustache
he
had
used
unsuccessfully
to
help
him
begin
playing
basketball
again
.
As
an
additional
precaution
,
he
made
a
happy
switch
from
Washington
Irving
to
John
Milton
.
John
Milton
was
supple
and
concise
.
Like
Washington
Irving
,
he
could
be
reversed
with
good
effect
whenever
he
grew
monotonous
.
Furthermore
,
he
enabled
Major
Major
to
double
his
output
,
for
John
Milton
was
so
much
shorter
than
either
his
own
name
or
Washington
Irving
’
s
and
took
so
much
less
time
to
write
.
John
Milton
proved
fruitful
in
still
one
more
respect
.
He
was
versatile
,
and
Major
Major
soon
found
himself
incorporating
the
signature
in
fragments
of
imaginary
dialogues
.
Thus
,
typical
endorsements
on
the
official
documents
might
read
,
"
John
,
Milton
is
a
sadist
"
or
"
Have
you
seen
Milton
,
John
?
"
One
signature
of
which
he
was
especially
proud
read
,
"
Is
anybody
in
the
John
,
Milton
?
"
John
Milton
threw
open
whole
new
vistas
filled
with
charming
,
inexhaustible
possibilities
that
promised
to
ward
off
monotony
forever
.
Major
Major
went
back
to
Washington
Irving
when
John
Milton
grew
monotonous
.
Major
Major
had
bought
the
dark
glasses
and
false
mustache
in
Rome
in
a
final
,
futile
attempt
to
save
himself
from
the
swampy
degradation
into
which
he
was
steadily
sinking
.
First
there
had
been
the
awful
humiliation
of
the
Great
Loyalty
Oath
Crusade
,
when
not
one
of
the
thirty
or
forty
people
circulating
competitive
loyalty
oaths
would
even
allow
him
to
sign
.
Then
,
just
when
that
was
blowing
over
,
there
was
the
matter
of
Clevinger
’
s
plane
disappearing
so
mysteriously
in
thin
air
with
every
member
of
the
crew
,
and
blame
for
the
strange
mishap
centering
balefully
on
him
because
he
had
never
signed
any
of
the
loyalty
oaths
.
The
dark
glasses
had
large
magenta
rims
.
The
false
black
mustache
was
a
flamboyant
organ
grinder
’
s
,
and
he
wore
them
both
to
the
basketball
game
one
day
when
he
felt
he
could
endure
his
loneliness
no
longer
.
He
affected
an
air
of
jaunty
familiarity
as
he
sauntered
to
the
court
and
prayed
silently
that
he
would
not
be
recognized
.
The
others
pretended
not
to
recognize
him
,
and
he
began
to
have
fun
.
Just
as
he
finished
congratulating
himself
on
his
innocent
ruse
he
was
bumped
hard
by
one
of
his
opponents
and
knocked
to
his
knees
.
Soon
he
was
bumped
hard
again
,
and
it
dawned
on
him
that
they
did
recognize
him
and
that
they
were
using
his
disguise
as
a
license
to
elbow
,
trip
and
maul
him
.
They
did
not
want
him
at
all
.
And
just
as
he
did
realize
this
,
the
players
on
his
team
fused
instinctively
with
the
players
on
the
other
team
into
a
single
,
howling
,
bloodthirsty
mob
that
descended
upon
him
from
all
sides
with
foul
curses
and
swinging
fists
.
They
knocked
him
to
the
ground
,
kicked
him
while
he
was
on
the
ground
,
attacked
him
again
after
he
had
struggled
blindly
to
his
feet
.
He
covered
his
face
with
his
hands
and
could
not
see
.
They
swarmed
all
over
each
other
in
their
frenzied
compulsion
to
bludgeon
him
,
kick
him
,
gouge
him
,
trample
him
.
He
was
pummeled
spinning
to
the
edge
of
the
ditch
and
sent
slithering
down
on
his
head
and
shoulders
.
At
the
bottom
he
found
his
footing
,
clambered
up
the
other
wall
and
staggered
away
beneath
the
hail
of
hoots
and
stones
with
which
they
pelted
him
until
he
lurched
into
shelter
around
a
corner
of
the
orderly
-
room
tent
.
His
paramount
concern
throughout
the
entire
assault
was
to
keep
his
dark
glasses
and
false
mustache
in
place
so
that
he
might
continue
pretending
he
was
somebody
else
and
be
spared
the
dreaded
necessity
of
having
to
confront
them
with
his
authority
.
Back
in
his
office
,
he
wept
;
and
when
he
finished
weeping
he
washed
the
blood
from
his
mouth
and
nose
,
scrubbed
the
dirt
from
the
abrasions
on
his
cheek
and
forehead
,
and
summoned
Sergeant
Towser
.
"
From
now
on
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
don
’
t
want
anyone
to
come
in
to
see
me
while
I
’
m
here
.
Is
that
clear
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
said
Sergeant
Towser
.
"
Does
that
include
me
?
"
