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But
Yossarian
knew
he
was
right
,
because
,
as
he
explained
to
Clevinger
,
to
the
best
of
his
knowledge
he
had
never
been
wrong
.
Everywhere
he
looked
was
a
nut
,
and
it
was
all
a
sensible
young
gentleman
like
himself
could
do
to
maintain
his
perspective
amid
so
much
madness
.
And
it
was
urgent
that
he
did
,
for
he
knew
his
life
was
in
peril
.
Yossarian
eyed
everyone
he
saw
warily
when
he
returned
to
the
squadron
from
the
hospital
.
Milo
was
away
,
too
,
in
Smyrna
for
the
fig
harvest
.
The
mess
hall
ran
smoothly
in
Milo
’
s
absence
.
Yossarian
had
responded
ravenously
to
the
pungent
aroma
of
spicy
lamb
while
he
was
still
in
the
cab
of
the
ambulance
bouncing
down
along
the
knotted
road
that
lay
like
a
broken
suspender
between
the
hospital
and
the
squadron
There
was
shish
-
kabob
for
lunch
,
huge
,
savory
hunks
of
spitted
meat
sizzling
like
the
devil
over
charcoal
after
marinating
seventy
-
two
hours
in
a
secret
mixture
Milo
had
stolen
from
a
crooked
trader
in
the
Levant
,
served
with
Iranian
rice
and
asparagus
tips
Parmesan
,
followed
by
cherries
jubilee
for
dessert
and
then
steaming
cups
of
fresh
coffee
with
Benedictine
and
brandy
.
The
meal
was
served
in
enormous
helpings
on
damask
tablecloths
by
the
skilled
Italian
waiters
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
had
kidnapped
from
the
mainland
and
given
to
Milo
.
Yossarian
gorged
himself
in
the
mess
hall
until
he
thought
he
would
explode
and
then
sagged
back
in
a
contented
stupor
,
his
mouth
filmy
with
a
succulent
residue
.
None
of
the
officers
in
the
squadron
had
ever
eaten
so
well
as
they
ate
regularly
in
Milo
’
s
mess
hall
,
and
Yossarian
wondered
awhile
if
it
wasn
’
t
perhaps
all
worth
it
.
But
then
he
burped
and
remembered
that
they
were
trying
to
kill
him
,
and
he
sprinted
out
of
the
mess
hall
wildly
and
ran
looking
for
Doc
Daneeka
to
have
himself
taken
off
combat
duty
and
sent
home
.
He
found
Doc
Daneeka
in
sunlight
,
sitting
on
a
high
stool
outside
his
tent
.
"
Fifty
missions
,
"
Doc
Daneeka
told
him
,
shaking
his
head
.
"
The
colonel
wants
fifty
missions
.
"
"
But
I
’
ve
only
got
forty
-
four
!
"
Doc
Daneeka
was
unmoved
.
He
was
a
sad
,
birdlike
man
with
the
spatulate
face
and
scrubbed
,
tapering
features
of
a
well
-
groomed
rat
.
"
Fifty
missions
,
"
he
repeated
,
still
shaking
his
head
.
"
The
colonel
wants
fifty
missions
.
"
Actually
,
no
one
was
around
when
Yossarian
returned
from
the
hospital
but
Orr
and
the
dead
man
in
Yossarian
’
s
tent
.
The
dead
man
in
Yossarian
’
s
tent
was
a
pest
,
and
Yossarian
didn
’
t
like
him
,
even
though
he
had
never
seen
him
.
Having
him
lying
around
all
day
annoyed
Yossarian
so
much
that
he
had
gone
to
the
orderly
room
several
times
to
complain
to
Sergeant
Towser
,
who
refused
to
admit
that
the
dead
man
even
existed
,
which
,
of
course
,
he
no
longer
did
.
It
was
still
more
frustrating
to
try
to
appeal
directly
to
Major
Major
,
the
long
and
bony
squadron
commander
,
who
looked
a
little
bit
like
Henry
Fonda
in
distress
and
went
jumping
out
the
window
of
his
office
each
time
Yossarian
bullied
his
way
past
Sergeant
Towser
to
speak
to
him
about
it
.
The
dead
man
in
Yossarian
’
s
tent
was
simply
not
easy
to
live
with
.
He
even
disturbed
Orr
,
who
was
not
easy
to
live
with
,
either
,
and
who
,
on
the
day
Yossarian
came
back
,
was
tinkering
with
the
faucet
that
fed
gasoline
into
the
stove
he
had
started
building
while
Yossarian
was
in
the
hospital
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
Yossarian
asked
guardedly
when
he
entered
the
tent
,
although
he
saw
at
once
.
