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"
Sure
,
"
Yossarian
agreed
.
"
What
difference
does
it
make
to
anyone
if
I
’
m
in
the
plane
or
not
?
"
"
No
difference
.
"
"
Sure
,
that
’
s
what
I
mean
,
"
Doc
Daneeka
said
.
"
A
little
grease
is
what
makes
this
world
go
round
.
One
hand
washes
the
other
.
Know
what
I
mean
?
You
scratch
my
back
,
I
’
ll
scratch
yours
.
"
Yossarian
knew
what
he
meant
.
"
That
’
s
not
what
I
meant
,
"
Doc
Daneeka
said
as
Yossarian
began
scratching
his
back
.
"
I
’
m
talking
about
cooperation
.
Favors
.
You
do
a
favor
for
me
,
I
’
ll
do
one
for
you
.
Get
it
?
"
"
Do
one
for
me
,
"
Yossarian
requested
.
"
Not
a
chance
,
"
Doc
Daneeka
answered
.
There
was
something
fearful
and
minute
about
Doc
Daneeka
as
he
sat
despondently
outside
his
tent
in
the
sunlight
as
often
as
he
could
,
dressed
in
khaki
summer
trousers
and
a
short
-
sleeved
summer
shirt
that
was
bleached
almost
to
an
antiseptic
gray
by
the
daily
laundering
to
which
he
had
it
subjected
.
He
was
like
a
man
who
had
grown
frozen
with
horror
once
and
had
never
come
completely
unthawed
.
He
sat
all
tucked
up
into
himself
,
his
slender
shoulders
huddled
halfway
around
his
head
,
his
suntanned
hands
with
their
luminous
silver
fingernails
massaging
the
backs
of
his
bare
,
folded
arms
gently
as
though
he
were
cold
.
Actually
,
he
was
a
very
warm
,
compassionate
man
who
never
stopped
feeling
sorry
for
himself
.
