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"
Look
at
that
!
"
he
exclaimed
in
alarm
.
"
Look
at
that
!
That
’
s
a
funeral
going
on
down
there
.
That
looks
like
the
cemetery
.
Isn
’
t
it
?
"
Yossarian
answered
him
slowly
in
a
level
voice
.
"
They
’
re
burying
that
kid
who
got
killed
in
my
plane
over
Avignon
the
other
day
.
Snowden
.
"
"
What
happened
to
him
?
"
Milo
asked
in
a
voice
deadened
with
awe
.
"
He
got
killed
.
"
"
That
’
s
terrible
,
"
Milo
grieved
,
and
his
large
brown
eyes
filled
with
tears
.
"
That
poor
kid
.
It
really
is
terrible
.
"
He
bit
his
trembling
lip
hard
,
and
his
voice
rose
with
emotion
when
he
continued
.
"
And
it
will
get
even
worse
if
the
mess
halls
don
’
t
agree
to
buy
my
cotton
.
Yossarian
,
what
’
s
the
matter
with
them
?
Don
’
t
they
realize
it
’
s
their
syndicate
?
Don
’
t
they
know
they
’
ve
all
got
a
share
?
"
"
Did
the
dead
man
in
my
tent
have
a
share
?
"
Yossarian
demanded
caustically
.
"
Of
course
he
did
,
"
Milo
assured
him
lavishly
.
"
Everybody
in
the
squadron
has
a
share
.
"
"
He
was
killed
before
he
even
got
into
the
squadron
.
"
Milo
made
a
deft
grimace
of
tribulation
and
turned
away
.
"
I
wish
you
’
d
stop
picking
on
me
about
that
dead
man
in
your
tent
,
"
he
pleaded
peevishly
.
"
I
told
you
I
didn
’
t
have
anything
to
do
with
killing
him
.
Is
it
my
fault
that
I
saw
this
great
opportunity
to
corner
the
market
on
Egyptian
cotton
and
got
us
into
all
this
trouble
?
Was
I
supposed
to
know
there
was
going
to
be
a
glut
?
I
didn
’
t
even
know
what
a
glut
was
in
those
days
.
An
opportunity
to
corner
a
market
doesn
’
t
come
along
very
often
,
and
I
was
pretty
shrewd
to
grab
the
chance
when
I
had
it
.
"
Milo
gulped
back
a
moan
as
he
saw
six
uniformed
pallbearers
lift
the
plain
pine
coffin
from
the
ambulance
and
set
it
gently
down
on
the
ground
beside
the
yawning
gash
of
the
freshly
dug
grave
.
"
And
now
I
can
’
t
get
rid
of
a
single
penny
’
s
worth
,
"
he
mourned
.
Yossarian
was
unmoved
by
the
fustian
charade
of
the
burial
ceremony
,
and
by
Milo
’
s
crushing
bereavement
.
The
chaplain
’
s
voice
floated
up
to
him
through
the
distance
tenuously
in
an
unintelligible
,
almost
inaudible
monotone
,
like
a
gaseous
murmur
.
Yossarian
could
make
out
Major
Major
by
his
towering
and
lanky
aloofness
and
thought
he
recognized
Major
Danby
mopping
his
brow
with
a
handkerchief
.
Major
Danby
had
not
stopped
shaking
since
his
run
-
in
with
General
Dreedle
.
There
were
strands
of
enlisted
men
molded
in
a
curve
around
the
three
officers
,
as
inflexible
as
lumps
of
wood
,
and
four
idle
gravediggers
in
streaked
fatigues
lounging
indifferently
on
spades
near
the
shocking
,
incongruous
heap
of
loose
copperred
earth
.
As
Yossarian
stared
,
the
chaplain
elevated
his
gaze
toward
Yossarian
beatifically
,
pressed
his
fingers
down
over
his
eyeballs
in
a
manner
of
affliction
,
peered
upward
again
toward
Yossarian
searchingly
,
and
bowed
his
head
,
concluding
what
Yossarian
took
to
be
a
climactic
part
of
the
funeral
rite
.
The
four
men
in
fatigues
lifted
the
coffin
on
slings
and
lowered
it
into
the
grave
.
Milo
shuddered
violently
.
