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"
I
feel
fine
.
I
’
m
just
a
little
logy
from
all
those
pills
and
shots
you
’
ve
been
giving
me
.
"
Yossarian
went
about
his
business
with
no
clothes
on
all
the
rest
of
that
day
and
was
still
naked
late
the
next
morning
when
Milo
,
after
hunting
everywhere
else
,
finally
found
him
sitting
up
a
tree
a
small
distance
in
back
of
the
quaint
little
military
cemetery
at
which
Snowden
was
being
buried
.
Milo
was
dressed
in
his
customary
business
attire
—
olive
-
drab
trousers
,
a
fresh
olive
-
drab
shirt
and
tie
,
with
one
silver
first
lieutenant
’
s
bar
gleaming
on
the
collar
,
and
a
regulation
dress
cap
with
a
stiff
leather
bill
.
"
I
’
ve
been
looking
all
over
for
you
,
"
Milo
called
up
to
Yossarian
from
the
ground
reproachfully
.
"
You
should
have
looked
for
me
in
this
tree
,
"
Yossarian
answered
.
"
I
’
ve
been
up
here
all
morning
.
"
"
Come
on
down
and
taste
this
and
tell
me
if
it
’
s
good
.
It
’
s
very
important
.
"
Yossarian
shook
his
head
.
He
sat
nude
on
the
lowest
limb
of
the
tree
and
balanced
himself
with
both
hands
grasping
the
bough
directly
above
.
He
refused
to
budge
,
and
Milo
had
no
choice
but
to
stretch
both
arms
about
the
trunk
in
a
distasteful
hug
and
start
climbing
.
He
struggled
upward
clumsily
with
loud
grunts
and
wheezes
,
and
his
clothes
were
squashed
and
crooked
by
the
time
he
pulled
himself
up
high
enough
to
hook
a
leg
over
the
limb
and
pause
for
breath
.
His
dress
cap
was
askew
and
in
danger
of
falling
.
Milo
caught
it
just
in
time
when
it
began
slipping
.
Globules
of
perspiration
glistened
like
transparent
pearls
around
his
mustache
and
swelled
like
opaque
blisters
under
his
eyes
.
Yossarian
watched
him
impassively
.
Cautiously
Milo
worked
himself
around
in
a
half
circle
so
that
he
could
face
Yossarian
.
He
unwrapped
tissue
paper
from
something
soft
,
round
and
brown
and
handed
it
to
Yossarian
.
"
Please
taste
this
and
let
me
know
what
you
think
.
I
’
d
like
to
serve
it
to
the
men
.
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
asked
Yossarian
,
and
took
a
big
bite
.
"
Chocolate
-
covered
cotton
.
"
Yossarian
gagged
convulsively
and
sprayed
his
big
mouthful
of
chocolate
-
covered
cotton
right
into
Milo
’
s
face
.
"
Here
,
take
it
back
!
"
he
spouted
angrily
.
"
Jesus
Christ
!
Have
you
gone
crazy
?
You
didn
’
t
even
take
the
goddam
seeds
out
.
"
"
Give
it
a
chance
,
will
you
?
"
Milo
begged
.
"
It
can
’
t
be
that
bad
.
Is
it
really
that
bad
?
"
"
It
’
s
even
worse
.
"
