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"
Yeah
,
gone
.
Flushed
right
out
into
the
street
.
"
Captain
Black
chuckled
heartily
again
,
and
his
pointed
Adam
’
s
apple
jumped
up
and
down
with
glee
inside
his
scraggly
neck
.
"
The
joint
’
s
empty
.
The
M
.
P
.
s
busted
the
whole
apartment
up
and
drove
the
whores
right
out
.
Ain
’
t
that
a
laugh
?
"
Yossarian
was
scared
and
began
to
tremble
.
"
Why
’
d
they
do
that
?
"
"
What
difference
does
it
make
?
responded
Captain
Black
with
an
exuberant
gesture
"
They
flushed
them
right
out
into
the
street
.
How
do
you
like
that
?
The
whole
batch
.
"
"
What
about
the
kid
sister
?
"
"
Flushed
away
,
"
laughed
Captain
Black
.
"
Flushed
away
with
the
rest
of
the
broads
.
Right
out
into
the
street
.
"
"
But
she
’
s
only
a
kid
!
"
Yossarian
objected
passionately
.
"
She
doesn
’
t
know
anybody
else
in
the
whole
city
.
What
’
s
going
to
happen
to
her
?
"
"
What
the
hell
do
I
care
?
"
responded
Captain
Black
with
an
indifferent
shrug
,
and
then
gawked
suddenly
at
Yossarian
with
surprise
and
with
a
crafty
gleam
of
prying
elation
.
"
Say
,
what
’
s
the
matter
?
If
I
knew
this
was
going
to
make
you
so
unhappy
,
I
would
have
come
right
over
and
told
you
,
just
to
make
you
eat
your
liver
.
Hey
,
where
are
you
going
?
Come
on
back
!
Come
on
back
here
and
eat
your
liver
!
’
Yossarian
was
going
absent
without
official
leave
with
Milo
,
who
,
as
the
plane
cruised
toward
Rome
,
shook
his
head
reproachfully
and
,
with
pious
lips
pulsed
,
informed
Yossarian
in
ecclesiastical
tones
that
he
was
ashamed
of
him
.
Yossarian
nodded
.
Yossarian
was
making
an
uncouth
spectacle
of
himself
by
walking
around
backward
with
his
gun
on
his
hip
and
refusing
to
fly
more
combat
missions
,
Milo
said
.
Yossarian
nodded
.
It
was
disloyal
to
his
squadron
and
embarrassing
to
his
superiors
.
He
was
placing
Milo
in
a
very
uncomfortable
position
,
too
.
Yossarian
nodded
again
.
The
men
were
starting
to
grumble
.
It
was
not
fair
for
Yossarian
to
think
only
of
his
own
safety
while
men
like
Milo
,
Colonel
Cathcart
,
Colonel
Korn
and
ex
-
P
.
F
.
C
.
Wintergreen
were
willing
to
do
everything
they
could
to
win
the
war
.
The
men
with
seventy
missions
were
starring
to
grumble
because
they
had
to
fly
eighty
,
and
there
was
a
danger
some
of
them
might
put
on
guns
and
begin
walking
around
backward
,
too
.
Morale
was
deteriorating
and
it
was
all
Yossarian
’
s
fault
.
The
country
was
in
peril
;
he
was
jeopardizing
his
traditional
rights
of
freedom
and
independence
by
daring
to
exercise
them
.
Yossarian
kept
nodding
in
the
co
-
pilot
’
s
seat
and
tried
not
to
listen
as
Milo
prattled
on
.
Nately
’
s
whore
was
on
his
mind
,
as
were
Kraft
and
Orr
and
Nately
and
Dunbar
,
and
Kid
Sampson
and
McWatt
,
and
all
the
poor
and
stupid
and
diseased
people
he
had
seen
in
Italy
,
Egypt
and
North
Africa
and
knew
about
in
other
areas
of
the
world
,
and
Snowden
and
Nately
’
s
whore
’
s
kid
sister
were
on
his
conscience
,
too
.
Yossarian
thought
he
knew
why
Nately
’
s
whore
held
him
responsible
for
Nately
’
s
death
and
wanted
to
kill
him
.
Why
the
hell
shouldn
’
t
she
?
It
was
a
man
’
s
world
,
and
she
and
everyone
younger
had
every
right
to
blame
him
and
everyone
older
for
every
unnatural
tragedy
that
befell
them
;
just
as
she
,
even
in
her
grief
,
was
to
blame
for
every
man
-
made
misery
that
landed
on
her
kid
sister
and
on
all
other
children
behind
her
.
Someone
had
to
do
something
sometime
.
Every
victim
was
a
culprit
,
every
culprit
a
victim
,
and
somebody
had
to
stand
up
sometime
to
try
to
break
the
lousy
chain
of
inherited
habit
that
was
imperiling
them
all
.
In
parts
of
Africa
little
boys
were
still
stolen
away
by
adult
slave
traders
and
sold
for
money
to
men
who
disemboweled
them
and
ate
them
.
Yossarian
marveled
that
children
could
suffer
such
barbaric
sacrifice
without
evincing
the
slightest
hint
of
fear
or
pain
.
He
took
it
for
granted
that
they
did
submit
so
stoically
.
If
not
,
he
reasoned
,
the
custom
would
certainly
have
died
,
for
no
craving
for
wealth
or
immortality
could
be
so
great
,
he
felt
,
as
to
subsist
on
the
sorrow
of
children
.
