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"
There
he
is
,
"
Aarfy
orated
funereally
,
pointing
down
dramatically
at
a
hay
wagon
and
two
horses
standing
before
the
barn
of
a
gray
stone
farmhouse
.
"
Smashed
to
bits
.
I
guess
their
numbers
were
all
up
.
"
Yossarian
swore
at
Aarfy
again
and
continued
searching
intently
,
cold
with
a
compassionate
kind
of
fear
now
for
the
little
bouncy
and
bizarre
bucktoothed
tentmate
who
had
smashed
Appleby
’
s
forehead
open
with
a
Ping
-
Pong
racket
and
who
was
scaring
the
daylights
out
of
Yossarian
once
again
.
At
last
Yossarian
spotted
the
two
-
engined
,
twin
-
ruddered
plane
as
it
flew
out
of
the
green
background
of
the
forests
over
a
field
of
yellow
farmland
.
One
of
the
propellers
was
feathered
and
perfectly
still
,
but
the
plane
was
maintaining
altitude
and
holding
a
proper
course
.
Yossarian
muttered
an
unconscious
prayer
of
thankfulness
and
then
flared
up
at
Orr
savagely
in
a
ranting
fusion
of
resentment
and
relief
.
"
That
bastard
!
"
he
began
.
"
That
goddam
stunted
,
red
-
faced
,
big
-
cheeked
,
curlyheaded
,
buck
-
toothed
rat
bastard
son
of
a
bitch
!
"
"
What
?
"
said
Aarfy
.
"
That
dirty
goddam
midget
-
assed
,
apple
-
cheeked
,
goggle
-
eyed
,
undersized
,
buck
-
toothed
,
grinning
,
crazy
sonofabitchinbastard
!
"
Yossarian
sputtered
.
"
What
?
"
"
Never
mind
!
"
"
I
still
can
’
t
hear
you
,
"
Aarfy
answered
.
Yossarian
swung
himself
around
methodically
to
face
Aarfy
.
"
You
prick
,
"
he
began
.
