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"
You
know
,
"
Yossarian
remembered
,
"
a
very
funny
thing
happened
—
maybe
I
dreamed
it
.
I
think
a
strange
man
came
in
here
before
and
told
me
he
’
s
got
my
pal
.
I
wonder
if
I
imagined
it
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
you
did
,
"
the
chaplain
informed
him
.
"
You
started
to
tell
me
about
him
when
I
dropped
in
earlier
.
"
"
Then
he
really
did
say
it
.
"
We
’
ve
got
your
pal
,
buddy
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
’
ve
got
your
pal
.
"
He
had
the
most
malignant
manner
I
ever
saw
.
I
wonder
who
my
pal
is
.
"
"
I
like
to
think
that
I
’
m
your
pal
,
Yossarian
,
"
the
chaplain
said
with
humble
sincerity
.
"
And
they
certainly
have
got
me
.
They
’
ve
got
my
number
and
they
’
ve
got
me
under
surveillance
,
and
they
’
ve
got
me
right
where
they
want
me
.
That
’
s
what
they
told
me
at
my
interrogation
.
"
"
No
,
I
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
you
he
meant
,
"
Yossarian
decided
.
"
I
think
it
must
be
someone
like
Nately
or
Dunbar
.
You
know
,
someone
who
was
killed
in
the
war
,
like
Clevinger
,
Orr
,
Dobbs
,
Kid
Sampson
or
McWatt
.
"
Yossarian
emitted
a
startled
gasp
and
shook
his
head
.
"
I
just
realized
it
,
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
They
’
ve
got
all
my
pals
,
haven
’
t
they
?
The
only
ones
left
are
me
and
Hungry
Joe
.
"
He
tingled
with
dread
as
he
saw
the
chaplain
’
s
face
go
pale
.
"
Chaplain
,
what
is
it
?
"
"
Hungry
Joe
was
killed
.
"
"
God
,
no
!
On
a
mission
?
"
"
He
died
in
his
sleep
while
having
a
dream
.
They
found
a
cat
on
his
face
.
"
"
Poor
bastard
,
"
Yossarian
said
,
and
began
to
cry
,
hiding
his
tears
in
the
crook
of
his
shoulder
.
The
chaplain
left
without
saying
goodbye
.
Yossarian
ate
something
and
went
to
sleep
.
A
hand
shook
him
awake
in
the
middle
of
the
night
.
He
opened
his
eyes
and
saw
a
thin
,
mean
man
in
a
patient
’
s
bathrobe
and
pajamas
who
looked
at
him
with
a
nasty
smirk
and
jeered
.
