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"
And
it
wasn
’
t
even
poison
!
"
Clevinger
cried
heatedly
,
growing
more
emphatic
as
he
grew
more
confused
.
As
far
back
as
Yossarian
could
recall
,
he
explained
to
Clevinger
with
a
patient
smile
,
somebody
was
always
hatching
a
plot
to
kill
him
.
There
were
people
who
cared
for
him
and
people
who
didn
’
t
,
and
those
who
didn
’
t
hated
him
and
were
out
to
get
him
.
They
hated
him
because
he
was
Assyrian
.
But
they
couldn
’
t
touch
him
,
he
told
Clevinger
,
because
he
had
a
sound
mind
in
a
pure
body
and
was
as
strong
as
an
ox
.
They
couldn
’
t
touch
him
because
he
was
Tarzan
,
Mandrake
,
Flash
Gordon
.
He
was
Bill
Shakespeare
.
He
was
Cain
,
Ulysses
,
the
Flying
Dutchman
;
he
was
Lot
in
Sodom
,
Deirdre
of
the
Sorrows
,
Sweeney
in
the
nightingales
among
trees
.
He
was
miracle
ingredient
Z
-
247
.
He
was
—
"
Crazy
!
"
Clevinger
interrupted
,
shrieking
.
"
That
’
s
what
you
are
!
Crazy
!
"
"
—
immense
.
I
’
m
a
real
,
slam
-
bang
,
honest
-
to
-
goodness
,
three
-
fisted
humdinger
.
I
’
m
a
bona
fide
supraman
.
"
"
Superman
?
"
Clevinger
cried
.
"
Superman
?
"
"
Supraman
,
"
Yossarian
corrected
.
"
Hey
,
fellas
,
cut
it
out
,
"
Nately
begged
with
embarrassment
.
"
Everybody
’
s
looking
at
us
.
"
"
You
’
re
crazy
,
"
Clevinger
shouted
vehemently
,
his
eyes
filling
with
tears
.
"
You
’
ve
got
a
Jehovah
complex
.
"
"
I
think
everyone
is
Nathaniel
.
"
