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Do
you
think
I
’
d
do
a
single
thing
to
harm
them
if
I
didn
’
t
have
to
?
Haven
’
t
I
got
enough
on
my
mind
?
Can
’
t
you
see
how
upset
I
am
already
about
all
that
cotton
piling
up
on
those
piers
in
Egypt
?
"
Milo
’
s
voice
splintered
into
fragments
,
and
he
clutched
at
Yossarian
’
s
shirt
front
as
though
drowning
.
His
eyes
were
throbbing
visibly
like
brown
caterpillars
.
"
Yossarian
,
what
am
I
going
to
do
with
so
much
cotton
?
It
’
s
all
your
fault
for
letting
me
buy
it
.
"
The
cotton
was
piling
up
on
the
piers
in
Egypt
,
and
nobody
wanted
any
.
Milo
had
never
dreamed
that
the
Nile
Valley
could
be
so
fertile
or
that
there
would
be
no
market
at
all
for
the
crop
he
had
bought
.
The
mess
halls
in
his
syndicate
would
not
help
;
they
rose
up
in
uncompromising
rebellion
against
his
proposal
to
tax
them
on
a
per
capita
basis
in
order
to
enable
each
man
to
own
his
own
share
of
the
Egyptian
cotton
crop
.
Even
his
reliable
friends
the
Germans
failed
him
in
this
crisis
:
they
preferred
ersatz
.
Milo
’
s
mess
halls
would
not
even
help
him
store
the
cotton
,
and
his
warehousing
costs
skyrocketed
and
contributed
to
the
devastating
drain
upon
his
cash
reserves
.
The
profits
from
the
Orvieto
mission
were
sucked
away
.
He
began
writing
home
for
the
money
he
had
sent
back
in
better
days
;
soon
that
was
almost
gone
.
And
new
bales
of
cotton
kept
arriving
on
the
wharves
at
Alexandria
every
day
.
Each
time
he
succeeded
in
dumping
some
on
the
world
market
for
a
loss
it
was
snapped
up
by
canny
Egyptian
brokers
in
the
Levant
,
who
sold
it
back
to
him
at
the
original
price
,
so
that
he
was
really
worse
off
than
before
.
M
&
M
Enterprises
verged
on
collapse
.
Milo
cursed
himself
hourly
for
his
monumental
greed
and
stupidity
in
purchasing
the
entire
Egyptian
cotton
crop
,
but
a
contract
was
a
contract
and
had
to
be
honored
,
and
one
night
,
after
a
sumptuous
evening
meal
,
all
Milo
’
s
fighters
and
bombers
took
off
,
joined
in
formation
directly
overhead
and
began
dropping
bombs
on
the
group
.
He
had
landed
another
contract
with
the
Germans
,
this
time
to
bomb
his
own
outfit
.
Milo
’
s
planes
separated
in
a
well
co
-
ordinated
attack
and
bombed
the
fuel
stocks
and
the
ordnance
dump
,
the
repair
hangars
and
the
B
-
25
bombers
resting
on
the
lollipop
-
shaped
hardstands
at
the
field
.
His
crews
spared
the
landing
strip
and
the
mess
halls
so
that
they
could
land
safely
when
their
work
was
done
and
enjoy
a
hot
snack
before
retiring
.
They
bombed
with
their
landing
lights
on
,
since
no
one
was
shooting
back
.
They
bombed
all
four
squadrons
,
the
officers
"
club
and
the
Group
Headquarters
building
.
Men
bolted
from
their
tents
in
sheer
terror
and
did
not
know
in
which
direction
to
turn
.
Wounded
soon
lay
screaming
everywhere
.
A
cluster
of
fragmentation
bombs
exploded
in
the
yard
of
the
officers
"
club
and
punched
jagged
holes
in
the
side
of
the
wooden
building
and
in
the
bellies
and
backs
of
a
row
of
lieutenants
and
captains
standing
at
the
bar
.
They
doubled
over
in
agony
and
dropped
.
The
rest
of
the
officers
fled
toward
the
two
exits
in
panic
and
jammed
up
the
doorways
like
a
dense
,
howling
dam
of
human
flesh
as
they
shrank
from
going
farther
.
Colonel
Cathcart
clawed
and
elbowed
his
way
through
the
unruly
,
bewildered
mass
until
he
stood
outside
by
himself
.
He
stared
up
at
the
sky
in
stark
astonishment
and
horror
.
Milo
’
s
planes
,
ballooning
serenely
in
over
the
blossoming
treetops
with
their
bomb
bay
doors
open
and
wing
flaps
down
and
with
their
monstrous
,
bug
-
eyed
,
blinding
,
fiercely
flickering
,
eerie
landing
lights
on
,
were
the
most
apocalyptic
sight
he
had
ever
beheld
.
Colonel
Cathcart
let
go
a
stricken
gasp
of
dismay
and
hurled
himself
headlong
into
his
jeep
,
almost
sobbing
.
He
found
the
gas
pedal
and
the
ignition
and
sped
toward
the
airfield
as
fast
as
the
rocking
car
would
carry
him
,
his
huge
flabby
hands
clenched
and
bloodless
on
the
wheel
or
blaring
his
horn
tormentedly
.
Once
he
almost
killed
himself
when
he
swerved
with
a
banshee
screech
of
tires
to
avoid
plowing
into
a
bunch
of
men
running
crazily
toward
the
hills
in
their
underwear
with
their
stunned
faces
down
and
their
thin
arms
pressed
high
around
their
temples
as
puny
shields
.
Yellow
,
orange
and
red
fires
were
burning
on
both
sides
of
the
road
.
Tents
and
trees
were
in
flames
,
and
Milo
’
s
planes
kept
coming
around
interminably
with
their
blinking
white
landing
lights
on
and
their
bomb
bay
doors
open
.
Colonel
Cathcart
almost
turned
the
jeep
over
when
he
slammed
the
brakes
on
at
the
control
tower
.
He
leaped
from
the
car
while
it
was
still
skidding
dangerously
and
hurtled
up
the
flight
of
steps
inside
,
where
three
men
were
busy
at
the
instruments
and
the
controls
.
He
bowled
two
of
them
aside
in
his
lunge
for
the
nickel
-
plated
microphone
,
his
eyes
glittering
wildly
and
his
beefy
face
contorted
with
stress
.
He
squeezed
the
microphone
in
a
bestial
grip
and
began
shouting
hysterically
at
the
top
of
his
voice
.
"
Milo
,
you
son
of
a
bitch
!
Are
you
crazy
?
What
the
hell
are
you
doing
?
Come
down
!
Come
down
!
"
"
Stop
hollering
so
much
,
will
you
?
"
answered
Milo
,
who
was
standing
there
right
beside
him
in
the
control
tower
with
a
microphone
of
his
own
.
"
I
’
m
right
here
.
"
Milo
looked
at
him
with
reproof
and
turned
back
to
his
work
.
"
Very
good
,
men
,
very
good
,
"
he
chanted
into
his
microphone
.
"
But
I
see
one
supply
shed
still
standing
.
That
will
never
do
,
Purvis
—
I
’
ve
spoken
to
you
about
that
kind
of
shoddy
work
before
.
Now
,
you
go
right
back
there
this
minute
and
try
it
again
.
And
this
time
come
in
slowly
…
slowly
.
Haste
makes
waste
,
Purvis
.
Haste
makes
waste
.
If
I
’
ve
told
you
that
once
,
I
must
have
told
you
that
a
hundred
times
.
Haste
makes
waste
.
"
The
loudspeaker
overhead
began
squawking
.
"
Milo
,
this
is
Alvin
Brown
.
I
’
ve
finished
dropping
my
bombs
.
What
should
I
do
now
?
"
"
Strafe
,
"
said
Milo
.
"
Strafe
?
"
Alvin
Brown
was
shocked
.
"
We
have
no
choice
,
"
Milo
informed
him
resignedly
.
"
It
’
s
in
the
contract
.
"
"
Oh
,
okay
,
then
,
"
Alvin
Brown
acquiesced
.
"
In
that
case
I
’
ll
strafe
.
"
This
time
Milo
had
gone
too
far
.
