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"
"
Sure
,
pal
.
"
"
Thanks
,
pal
.
"
"
Don
’
t
mention
it
,
pal
.
"
"
So
long
,
pal
.
"
Yossarian
waved
goodbye
fondly
to
his
new
pals
and
sauntered
out
onto
the
balcony
corridor
,
almost
bursting
into
song
the
instant
he
was
alone
.
He
was
home
free
:
he
had
pulled
it
off
;
his
act
of
rebellion
had
succeeded
;
he
was
safe
,
and
he
had
nothing
to
be
ashamed
of
to
anyone
.
He
started
toward
the
staircase
with
a
jaunty
and
exhilarated
air
.
A
private
in
green
fatigues
saluted
him
.
Yossarian
returned
the
salute
happily
,
staring
at
the
private
with
curiosity
.
He
looked
strangely
familiar
.
When
Yossarian
returned
the
salute
,
the
private
in
green
fatigues
turned
suddenly
into
Nately
’
s
whore
and
lunged
at
him
murderously
with
a
bone
-
handled
kitchen
knife
that
caught
him
in
the
side
below
his
upraised
arm
.
Yossarian
sank
to
the
floor
with
a
shriek
,
shutting
his
eyes
in
overwhelming
terror
as
he
saw
the
girl
lift
the
knife
to
strike
at
him
again
.
He
was
already
unconscious
when
Colonel
Korn
and
Colonel
Cathcart
dashed
out
of
the
office
and
saved
his
life
by
frightening
her
away
.
"
Cut
,
"
said
a
doctor
.
"
You
cut
,
"
said
another
.
"
No
cuts
,
"
said
Yossarian
with
a
thick
,
unwieldy
tongue
.
"
Now
look
who
’
s
butting
in
,
"
complained
one
of
the
doctors
.
"
Another
county
heard
from
.
Are
we
going
to
operate
or
aren
’
t
we
?
"
"
He
doesn
’
t
need
an
operation
,
"
complained
the
other
.
"
It
’
s
a
small
wound
.
All
we
have
to
do
is
stop
the
bleeding
,
clean
it
out
and
put
a
few
stitches
in
.
"
