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"
Take
a
look
,
Chaplain
,
"
Colonel
Cathcart
directed
,
screwing
a
cigarette
into
his
holder
and
seating
himself
affluently
in
the
swivel
chair
behind
his
desk
.
"
Let
me
know
what
you
think
.
"
The
chaplain
looked
down
at
the
open
magazine
compliantly
and
saw
an
editorial
spread
dealing
with
an
American
bomber
group
in
England
whose
chaplain
said
prayers
in
the
briefing
room
before
each
mission
.
The
chaplain
almost
wept
with
happiness
when
he
realized
the
colonel
was
not
going
to
holler
at
him
.
The
two
had
hardly
spoken
since
the
tumultuous
evening
Colonel
Cathcart
had
thrown
him
out
of
the
officers
"
club
at
General
Dreedle
’
s
bidding
after
Chief
White
Halfoat
had
punched
Colonel
Moodus
in
the
nose
.
The
chaplain
’
s
initial
fear
had
been
that
the
colonel
intended
reprimanding
him
for
having
gone
back
into
the
officers
"
club
without
permission
the
evening
before
.
He
had
gone
there
with
Yossarian
and
Dunbar
after
the
two
had
come
unexpectedly
to
his
tent
in
the
clearing
in
the
woods
to
ask
him
to
join
them
.
Intimidated
as
he
was
by
Colonel
Cathcart
,
he
nevertheless
found
it
easier
to
brave
his
displeasure
than
to
decline
the
thoughtful
invitation
of
his
two
new
friends
,
whom
he
had
met
on
one
of
his
hospital
visits
just
a
few
weeks
before
and
who
had
worked
so
effectively
to
insulate
him
against
the
myriad
social
vicissitudes
involved
in
his
official
duty
to
live
on
closest
terms
of
familiarity
with
more
than
nine
hundred
unfamiliar
officers
and
enlisted
men
who
thought
him
an
odd
duck
.
The
chaplain
glued
his
eyes
to
the
pages
of
the
magazine
.
He
studied
each
photograph
twice
and
read
the
captions
intently
as
he
organized
his
response
to
the
colonel
’
s
question
into
a
grammatically
complete
sentence
that
he
rehearsed
and
reorganized
in
his
mind
a
considerable
number
of
times
before
he
was
able
finally
to
muster
the
courage
to
reply
.
"
I
think
that
saying
prayers
before
each
mission
is
a
very
moral
and
highly
laudatory
procedure
,
sir
,
"
he
offered
timidly
,
and
waited
.
"
Yeah
,
"
said
the
colonel
.
"
But
I
want
to
know
if
you
think
they
’
ll
work
here
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
answered
the
chaplain
after
a
few
moments
.
"
I
should
think
they
would
.
"
"
Then
I
’
d
like
to
give
it
a
try
.
"
The
colonel
’
s
ponderous
,
farinaceous
cheeks
were
tinted
suddenly
with
glowing
patches
of
enthusiasm
.
He
rose
to
his
feet
and
began
walking
around
excitedly
.
"
Look
how
much
good
they
’
ve
done
for
these
people
in
England
.
Here
’
s
a
picture
of
a
colonel
in
The
Saturday
Evening
Post
whose
chaplain
conducts
prayers
before
each
mission
.
If
the
prayers
work
for
him
,
they
should
work
for
us
.
Maybe
if
we
say
prayers
,
they
’
ll
put
my
picture
in
The
Saturday
Evening
Post
.
"
The
colonel
sat
down
again
and
smiled
distantly
in
lavish
contemplation
.
The
chaplain
had
no
hint
of
what
he
was
expected
to
say
next
.
With
a
pensive
expression
on
his
oblong
,
rather
pale
face
,
he
allowed
his
gaze
to
settle
on
several
of
the
high
bushels
filled
with
red
plum
tomatoes
that
stood
in
rows
against
each
of
the
walls
.
He
pretended
to
concentrate
on
a
reply
.
After
a
while
he
realized
that
he
was
staring
at
rows
and
rows
of
bushels
of
red
plum
tomatoes
and
grew
so
intrigued
by
the
question
of
what
bushels
brimming
with
red
plum
tomatoes
were
doing
in
a
group
commander
’
s
office
that
he
forgot
completely
about
the
discussion
of
prayer
meetings
until
Colonel
Cathcart
,
in
a
genial
digression
,
inquired
:
"
Would
you
like
to
buy
some
,
Chaplain
?
They
come
right
off
the
farm
Colonel
Korn
and
I
have
up
in
the
hills
.
I
can
let
you
have
a
bushel
wholesale
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
sir
.
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
"
"
That
’
s
quite
all
right
,
"
the
colonel
assured
him
liberally
.
"
You
don
’
t
have
to
.
Milo
is
glad
to
snap
up
all
we
can
produce
.
These
were
picked
only
yesterday
.
