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"
I
turned
them
off
,
"
answered
McWatt
.
"
You
know
,
Chief
White
Halfoat
is
right
.
It
’
s
much
better
with
the
headlights
off
.
"
"
Are
you
crazy
?
"
Clevinger
screamed
,
and
lunged
forward
to
snap
the
headlights
on
.
He
whirled
around
upon
Yossarian
in
near
hysteria
.
"
You
see
what
you
’
re
doing
?
You
’
ve
got
them
all
acting
like
you
!
Suppose
it
stops
raining
and
we
have
to
fly
to
Bologna
tomorrow
.
You
’
ll
be
in
fine
physical
condition
.
"
"
It
won
’
t
ever
gonna
stop
raining
.
No
,
sir
,
a
rain
like
this
really
might
go
on
forever
.
"
"
It
has
stopped
raining
!
"
someone
said
,
and
the
whole
car
fell
silent
.
"
You
poor
bastards
,
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
murmured
compassionately
after
a
few
moments
had
passed
.
"
Did
it
really
stop
raining
?
"
Yossarian
asked
meekly
.
McWatt
switched
off
the
windshield
wipers
to
make
certain
.
The
rain
had
stopped
.
The
sky
was
starting
to
clear
.
The
moon
was
sharp
behind
a
gauzy
brown
mist
.
"
Oh
,
well
,
"
sang
McWatt
soberly
.
"
What
the
hell
.
"
"
Don
’
t
worry
,
fellas
,
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
said
.
"
The
landing
strip
is
too
soft
to
use
tomorrow
.
Maybe
it
’
ll
start
raining
again
before
the
field
dries
out
.
"
