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"
I
’
m
not
living
in
this
one
alone
,
"
Yossarian
said
with
a
sulk
.
"
I
’
ve
got
a
dead
man
in
here
with
me
.
His
name
is
Mudd
.
"
"
Please
,
sir
,
"
begged
Sergeant
Towser
,
sighing
wearily
,
with
a
sidelong
glance
at
the
four
baffled
new
officers
listening
in
mystified
silence
just
outside
the
entrance
.
"
Mudd
was
killed
on
the
mission
to
Orvieto
.
You
know
that
.
He
was
flying
right
beside
you
.
"
"
Then
why
don
’
t
you
move
his
things
out
?
"
"
Because
he
never
even
got
here
.
Captain
,
please
don
’
t
bring
that
up
again
.
You
can
move
in
with
Lieutenant
Nately
if
you
like
.
I
’
ll
even
send
some
men
from
the
orderly
room
to
transfer
your
belongings
.
"
But
to
abandon
Orr
’
s
tent
would
be
to
abandon
Orr
,
who
would
have
been
spurned
and
humiliated
clannishly
by
these
four
simple
-
minded
officers
waiting
to
move
in
.
It
did
not
seem
just
that
these
boisterous
,
immature
young
men
should
show
up
after
all
the
work
was
done
and
be
allowed
to
take
possession
of
the
most
desirable
tent
on
the
island
.
But
that
was
the
law
,
Sergeant
Towser
explained
,
and
all
Yossarian
could
do
was
glare
at
them
in
baleful
apology
as
he
made
room
for
them
and
volunteer
helpful
penitent
hints
as
they
moved
inside
his
privacy
and
made
themselves
at
home
.
They
were
the
most
depressing
group
of
people
Yossarian
had
ever
been
with
.
They
were
always
in
high
spirits
.
They
laughed
at
everything
.
They
called
him
"
Yo
-
Yo
"
jocularly
and
came
in
tipsy
late
at
night
and
woke
him
up
with
their
clumsy
,
bumping
,
giggling
efforts
to
be
quiet
,
then
bombarded
him
with
asinine
shouts
of
hilarious
good
-
fellowship
when
he
sat
up
cursing
to
complain
.
He
wanted
to
massacre
them
each
time
they
did
.
They
reminded
him
of
Donald
Duck
’
s
nephews
.
They
were
afraid
of
Yossarian
and
persecuted
him
incessantly
with
nagging
generosity
and
with
their
exasperating
insistence
on
doing
small
favors
for
him
.
They
were
reckless
,
puerile
,
congenial
,
naive
,
presumptuous
,
deferential
and
rambunctious
.
They
were
dumb
;
they
had
no
complaints
.
They
admired
Colonel
Cathcart
and
they
found
Colonel
Korn
witty
.
They
were
afraid
of
Yossarian
,
but
they
were
not
the
least
bit
afraid
of
Colonel
Cathcart
’
s
seventy
missions
.
They
were
four
clean
-
cut
kids
who
were
having
lots
of
fun
,
and
they
were
driving
Yossarian
nuts
.
He
could
not
make
them
understand
that
he
was
a
crotchety
old
fogey
of
twenty
-
eight
,
that
he
belonged
to
another
generation
,
another
era
,
another
world
,
that
having
a
good
time
bored
him
and
was
not
worth
the
effort
,
and
that
they
bored
him
,
too
.
He
could
not
make
them
shut
up
;
they
were
worse
than
women
.
They
had
not
brains
enough
to
be
introverted
and
repressed
.
Cronies
of
theirs
in
other
squadrons
began
dropping
in
unashamedly
and
using
the
tent
as
a
hangout
.
There
was
often
not
room
enough
for
him
.
Worst
of
all
,
he
could
no
longer
bring
Nurse
Duckett
there
to
lie
down
with
her
.
And
now
that
foul
weather
had
come
,
he
had
no
place
else
!
This
was
a
calamity
he
had
not
foreseen
,
and
he
wanted
to
bust
his
roommates
"
heads
open
with
his
fists
or
pick
them
up
,
each
in
turn
,
by
the
seats
of
their
pants
and
the
scruffs
of
their
necks
and
pitch
them
out
once
and
for
all
into
the
dank
,
rubbery
perennial
weeds
growing
between
his
rusty
soupcan
urinal
with
nail
holes
in
the
bottom
and
the
knotty
-
pine
squadron
latrine
that
stood
like
a
beach
locker
not
far
away
.
Instead
of
busting
their
heads
open
,
he
tramped
in
his
galoshes
and
black
raincoat
through
the
drizzling
darkness
to
invite
Chief
White
Halfoat
to
move
in
with
him
,
too
,
and
drive
the
fastidious
,
clean
-
living
bastards
out
with
his
threats
and
swinish
habits
.
But
Chief
White
Halfoat
felt
cold
and
was
already
making
plans
to
move
up
into
the
hospital
to
die
of
pneumonia
.
Instinct
told
Chief
White
Halfoat
it
was
almost
time
.
His
chest
ached
and
he
coughed
chronically
.
Whiskey
no
longer
warmed
him
.
Most
damning
of
all
,
Captain
Flume
had
moved
back
into
his
trailer
.
Here
was
an
omen
of
unmistakable
meaning
.
"
He
had
to
move
back
,
"
Yossarian
argued
in
a
vain
effort
to
cheer
up
the
glum
,
barrel
-
chested
Indian
,
whose
well
-
knit
sorrel
-
red
face
had
degenerated
rapidly
into
a
dilapidated
,
calcareous
gray
.
"
He
’
d
die
of
exposure
if
he
tried
to
live
in
the
woods
in
this
weather
.
"
