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"
They
’
re
shooting
at
everyone
,
"
Clevinger
answered
.
"
They
’
re
trying
to
kill
everyone
.
"
"
And
what
difference
does
that
make
?
"
Clevinger
was
already
on
the
way
,
half
out
of
his
chair
with
emotion
,
his
eyes
moist
and
his
lips
quivering
and
pale
.
As
always
occurred
when
he
quarreled
over
principles
in
which
he
believed
passionately
,
he
would
end
up
gasping
furiously
for
air
and
blinking
back
bitter
tears
of
conviction
.
There
were
many
principles
in
which
Clevinger
believed
passionately
.
He
was
crazy
.
"
Who
’
s
they
?
"
he
wanted
to
know
.
"
Who
,
specifically
,
do
you
think
is
trying
to
murder
you
?
"
"
Every
one
of
them
,
"
Yossarian
told
him
.
"
Every
one
of
whom
?
"
"
Every
one
of
whom
do
you
think
?
"
"
I
haven
’
t
any
idea
.
"
"
Then
how
do
you
know
they
aren
’
t
?
"
"
Because
.
.
.
"
Clevinger
sputtered
,
and
turned
speechless
with
frustration
.
