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"
I
said
get
out
of
here
!
"
Yossarian
shouted
,
and
broke
into
tears
.
He
began
punching
Aarfy
in
the
body
with
both
hands
as
hard
as
he
could
.
"
Get
away
from
me
!
Get
away
!
"
Punching
Aarfy
was
like
sinking
his
fists
into
a
limp
sack
of
inflated
rubber
.
There
was
no
resistance
,
no
response
at
all
from
the
soft
,
insensitive
mass
,
and
after
a
while
Yossarian
’
s
spirit
died
and
his
arms
dropped
helplessly
with
exhaustion
.
He
was
overcome
with
a
humiliating
feeling
of
impotence
and
was
ready
to
weep
in
self
-
pity
.
"
What
did
you
say
?
"
Aarfy
asked
.
"
Get
away
from
me
,
"
Yossarian
answered
,
pleading
with
him
now
.
"
Go
back
in
the
plane
.
"
"
I
still
can
’
t
hear
you
.
"
"
Never
mind
,
"
wailed
Yossarian
,
"
never
mind
.
Just
leave
me
alone
.
"
"
Never
mind
what
?
"
Yossarian
began
hitting
himself
in
the
forehead
.
He
seized
Aarfy
by
the
shirt
front
and
,
struggling
to
his
feet
for
traction
,
dragged
him
to
the
rear
of
the
nose
compartment
and
flung
him
down
like
a
bloated
and
unwieldy
bag
in
the
entrance
of
the
crawlway
.
A
shell
banged
open
with
a
stupendous
clout
right
beside
his
ear
as
he
was
scrambling
back
toward
the
front
,
and
some
undestroyed
recess
of
his
intelligence
wondered
that
it
did
not
kill
them
all
.
They
were
climbing
again
.
The
engines
were
howling
again
as
though
in
pain
,
and
the
air
inside
the
plane
was
acrid
with
the
smell
of
machinery
and
fetid
with
the
stench
of
gasoline
.
The
next
thing
he
knew
,
it
was
snowing
!
Thousands
of
tiny
bits
of
white
paper
were
falling
like
snowflakes
inside
the
plane
,
milling
around
his
head
so
thickly
that
they
clung
to
his
eyelashes
when
he
blinked
in
astonishment
and
fluttered
against
his
nostrils
and
lips
each
time
he
inhaled
.
When
he
spun
around
in
bewilderment
,
Aarfy
was
grinning
proudly
from
ear
to
ear
like
something
inhuman
as
he
held
up
a
shattered
paper
map
for
Yossarian
to
see
.
A
large
chunk
of
flak
had
ripped
up
from
the
floor
through
Aarfy
’
s
colossal
jumble
of
maps
and
had
ripped
out
through
the
ceiling
inches
away
from
their
heads
.
Aarfy
’
s
joy
was
sublime
.
