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"
But
I
’
ve
never
had
a
chance
to
operate
before
.
Which
one
is
the
scalpel
?
Is
this
one
the
scalpel
?
"
"
No
,
the
other
one
is
the
scalpel
.
Well
,
go
ahead
and
cut
already
if
you
’
re
going
to
.
Make
the
incision
.
"
"
Like
this
?
"
"
Not
there
,
you
dope
!
"
"
No
incisions
,
"
Yossarian
said
,
perceiving
through
the
lifting
fog
of
insensibility
that
the
two
strangers
were
ready
to
begin
cutting
him
.
"
Another
county
heard
from
,
"
complained
the
first
doctor
sarcastically
.
"
Is
he
going
to
keep
talking
that
way
while
I
operate
on
him
?
"
"
You
can
’
t
operate
on
him
until
I
admit
him
,
"
said
a
clerk
.
"
You
can
’
t
admit
him
until
I
clear
him
,
"
said
a
fat
,
gruff
colonel
with
a
mustache
and
an
enormous
pink
face
that
pressed
down
very
close
to
Yossarian
and
radiated
scorching
heat
like
the
bottom
of
a
huge
frying
pan
.
"
Where
were
you
born
?
"
The
fat
,
gruff
colonel
reminded
Yossarian
of
the
fat
,
gruff
colonel
who
had
interrogated
the
chaplain
and
found
him
guilty
.
Yossarian
stared
up
at
him
through
a
glassy
film
.
The
cloying
scents
of
formaldehyde
and
alcohol
sweetened
the
air
.
"
On
a
battlefield
,
"
he
answered
.
