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"
Then
you
admit
you
’
re
crazy
,
do
you
?
"
"
Crazy
?
"
Yossarian
was
shocked
.
"
What
are
you
talking
about
?
Why
am
I
crazy
?
You
’
re
the
one
who
’
s
crazy
!
"
Major
Sanderson
turned
red
with
indignation
again
and
crashed
both
fists
down
upon
his
thighs
.
"
Calling
me
crazy
,
"
he
shouted
in
a
sputtering
rage
,
"
is
a
typically
sadistic
and
vindictive
paranoiac
reaction
!
You
really
are
crazy
!
"
"
Then
why
don
’
t
you
send
me
home
?
"
"
And
I
’
m
going
to
send
you
home
!
"
"
They
’
re
going
to
send
me
home
!
"
Yossarian
announced
jubilantly
,
as
he
hobbled
back
into
the
ward
.
"
Me
too
!
"
A
.
Fortiori
rejoiced
.
"
They
just
came
to
my
ward
and
told
me
.
"
"
What
about
me
?
"
Dunbar
demanded
petulantly
of
the
doctors
.
"
You
?
"
they
replied
with
asperity
.
"
You
’
re
going
with
Yossarian
.
Right
back
into
combat
!
"
And
back
into
combat
they
both
went
.
Yossarian
was
enraged
when
the
ambulance
returned
him
to
the
squadron
,
and
he
went
limping
for
justice
to
Doc
Daneeka
,
who
glared
at
him
glumly
with
misery
and
disdain
.
"
You
!
"
Doc
Daneeka
exclaimed
mournfully
with
accusing
disgust
,
the
egg
-
shaped
pouches
under
both
eyes
firm
and
censorious
.
"
All
you
ever
think
of
is
yourself
.
Go
take
a
look
at
the
bomb
line
if
you
want
to
see
what
’
s
been
happening
since
you
went
to
the
hospital
.
"
Yossarian
was
startled
.
"
Are
we
losing
?
"
"
Losing
?
"
Doc
Daneeka
cried
.
"
The
whole
military
situation
has
been
going
to
hell
ever
since
we
captured
Paris
.
