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"
Does
Milo
know
you
’
re
selling
cigarette
lighters
?
"
"
What
’
s
it
his
business
?
Milo
’
s
not
carrying
cigarette
lighters
too
now
,
is
he
?
"
"
He
sure
is
,
"
Yossarian
told
him
.
"
And
his
aren
’
t
stolen
.
"
"
That
’
s
what
you
think
,
"
ex
-
P
.
F
.
C
.
Wintergreen
answered
with
a
laconic
snort
.
"
I
’
m
selling
mine
for
a
buck
apiece
.
What
’
s
he
getting
for
his
?
"
"
A
dollar
and
a
penny
.
"
Ex
-
P
.
F
.
C
.
Wintergreen
snickered
triumphantly
.
"
I
beat
him
every
time
,
"
he
gloated
.
"
Say
,
what
about
all
that
Egyptian
cotton
he
’
s
stuck
with
?
How
much
did
he
buy
?
"
"
All
.
"
"
In
the
whole
world
?
Well
,
I
’
ll
be
damned
!
"
ex
-
P
.
F
.
C
.
Wintergreen
crowed
with
malicious
glee
.
"
What
a
dope
!
You
were
in
Cairo
with
him
.
Why
’
d
you
let
him
do
it
?
"
"
Me
?
"
Yossarian
answered
with
a
shrug
.
"
I
have
no
influence
on
him
.
It
was
those
Teletype
machines
they
have
in
all
the
good
restaurants
there
.
Milo
had
never
seen
a
stock
ticker
before
,
and
the
quotation
for
Egyptian
cotton
happened
to
be
going
in
just
as
he
asked
the
headwaiter
to
explain
it
to
him
.
‘
Egyptian
cotton
?
’
Milo
said
with
that
look
of
his
.
‘
How
much
is
Egyptian
cotton
selling
for
?
’
The
next
thing
I
knew
he
had
bought
the
whole
goddam
harvest
.
And
now
he
can
’
t
unload
any
of
it
.
"
"
He
has
no
imagination
.
I
can
unload
plenty
of
it
in
the
black
market
if
he
’
ll
make
a
deal
.
"
