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"
You
’
re
an
enemy
of
the
people
!
"
"
Are
you
nuts
?
"
Yossarian
shouted
.
"
No
,
I
’
m
not
nuts
,
"
Dobbs
roared
furiously
back
in
the
ward
,
in
what
he
imagined
was
a
furtive
whisper
.
"
Hungry
Joe
saw
them
,
I
tell
you
.
He
saw
them
yesterday
when
he
flew
to
Naples
to
pick
up
some
black
-
market
air
conditioners
for
Colonel
Cathcart
’
s
farm
.
They
’
ve
got
a
big
replacement
center
there
and
it
’
s
filled
with
hundreds
of
pilots
,
bombardiers
and
gunners
on
the
way
home
.
They
’
ve
got
forty
-
five
missions
,
that
’
s
all
.
A
few
with
Purple
Hearts
have
even
less
.
Replacement
crews
are
pouring
in
from
the
States
into
the
other
bomber
groups
.
They
want
everyone
to
serve
overseas
at
least
once
,
even
administrative
personnel
.
Don
’
t
you
read
the
papers
?
We
’
ve
got
to
kill
him
now
!
"
"
You
’
ve
got
only
two
more
missions
to
fly
,
"
Yossarian
reasoned
with
him
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Why
take
a
chance
?
"
"
I
can
get
killed
flying
them
,
too
,
"
Dobbs
answered
pugnaciously
in
his
rough
,
quavering
,
overwrought
voice
.
"
We
can
kill
him
the
first
thing
tomorrow
morning
when
he
drives
back
from
his
farm
.
I
’
ve
got
the
gun
right
here
.
"
Yossarian
goggled
with
amazement
as
Dobbs
pulled
a
gun
out
of
his
pocket
and
displayed
it
high
in
the
air
.
"
Are
you
crazy
?
"
he
hissed
frantically
.
"
Put
it
away
.
And
keep
your
idiot
voice
down
.
"
"
What
are
you
worried
about
?
"
Dobbs
asked
with
offended
innocence
.
"
No
one
can
hear
us
.
"
"
Hey
,
knock
it
off
down
there
,
"
a
voice
rang
out
from
the
far
end
of
the
ward
.
"
Can
’
t
you
see
we
’
re
trying
to
nap
?
"
"
What
the
hell
are
you
,
a
wise
guy
?
"
Dobbs
yelled
back
and
spun
around
with
clenched
fists
,
ready
to
fight
.
He
whirled
back
to
Yossarian
and
,
before
he
could
speak
,
sneezed
thunderously
six
times
,
staggering
sideways
on
rubbery
legs
in
the
intervals
and
raising
his
elbows
ineffectively
to
fend
each
seizure
off
.
The
lids
of
his
watery
eyes
were
puffy
and
inflamed
.
"
Who
does
he
think
,
"
he
demanded
,
sniffing
spasmodically
and
wiping
his
nose
with
the
back
of
his
sturdy
wrist
,
"
he
is
,
a
cop
or
something
?
"
