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"
There
,
there
.
There
,
there
.
"
Yossarian
was
frightened
and
moved
more
swiftly
.
He
found
a
pair
of
scissors
at
last
and
began
cutting
carefully
through
Snowden
’
s
coveralls
high
up
above
the
wound
,
just
below
the
groin
.
He
cut
through
the
heavy
gabardine
cloth
all
the
way
around
the
thigh
in
a
straight
line
.
The
tiny
tailgunner
woke
up
while
Yossarian
was
cutting
with
the
scissors
,
saw
him
,
and
fainted
again
.
Snowden
rolled
his
head
to
the
other
side
of
his
neck
in
order
to
stare
at
Yossarian
more
directly
.
A
dim
,
sunken
light
glowed
in
his
weak
and
listless
eyes
.
Yossarian
,
puzzled
,
tried
not
to
look
at
him
.
He
began
cutting
downward
through
the
coveralls
along
the
inside
seam
.
The
yawning
wound
—
was
that
a
tube
of
slimy
bone
he
saw
running
deep
inside
the
gory
scarlet
flow
behind
the
twitching
,
startling
fibers
of
weird
muscle
?
—
was
dripping
blood
in
several
trickles
,
like
snow
melting
on
eaves
,
but
viscous
and
red
,
already
thickening
as
it
dropped
.
Yossarian
kept
cutting
through
the
coveralls
to
the
bottom
and
peeled
open
the
severed
leg
of
the
garment
.
It
fell
to
the
floor
with
a
plop
,
exposing
the
hem
of
khaki
undershorts
that
were
soaking
up
blotches
of
blood
on
one
side
as
though
in
thirst
.
Yossarian
was
stunned
at
how
waxen
and
ghastly
Snowden
’
s
bare
leg
looked
,
how
loathsome
,
how
lifeless
and
esoteric
the
downy
,
fine
,
curled
blond
hairs
on
his
odd
white
shin
and
calf
.
The
wound
,
he
saw
now
,
was
not
nearly
as
large
as
a
football
,
but
as
long
and
wide
as
his
hand
and
too
raw
and
deep
to
see
into
clearly
.
The
raw
muscles
inside
twitched
like
live
hamburger
meat
.
A
long
sigh
of
relief
escaped
slowly
through
Yossarian
’
s
mouth
when
he
saw
that
Snowden
was
not
in
danger
of
dying
.
The
blood
was
already
coagulating
inside
the
wound
,
and
it
was
simply
a
matter
of
bandaging
him
up
and
keeping
him
calm
until
the
plane
landed
.
He
removed
some
packets
of
sulfanilamide
from
the
first
-
aid
kit
.
Snowden
quivered
when
Yossarian
pressed
against
him
gently
to
turn
him
up
slightly
on
his
side
.
"
Did
I
hurt
you
?
"
"
I
’
m
cold
,
"
Snowden
whimpered
.
"
I
’
m
cold
.
"
"
There
,
there
,
"
Yossarian
said
.
"
There
,
there
.
"
"
I
’
m
cold
.
I
’
m
cold
.
"
"
There
,
there
.
There
,
there
.
"
"
It
’
s
starting
to
hurt
me
,
"
Snowden
cried
out
suddenly
with
a
plaintive
,
urgent
wince
.
Yossarian
scrambled
frantically
through
the
first
-
aid
kit
in
search
of
morphine
again
and
found
only
Milo
’
s
note
and
a
bottle
of
aspirin
.
He
cursed
Milo
and
held
two
aspirin
tablets
out
to
Snowden
.
He
had
no
water
to
offer
.
Snowden
rejected
the
aspirin
with
an
almost
imperceptible
shake
of
his
head
.
His
face
was
pale
and
pasty
.
Yossarian
removed
Snowden
’
s
flak
helmet
and
lowered
his
head
to
the
floor
.
