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"
You
son
of
a
bitch
,
you
only
do
it
because
it
hurts
me
,
"
Hungry
Joe
would
yell
furiously
as
Yossarian
held
him
back
soothingly
with
one
hand
.
"
That
’
s
the
only
reason
he
does
it
,
because
he
likes
to
hear
me
scream
—
you
goddam
son
of
a
bitch
!
"
McWatt
crinkled
his
fine
,
freckled
nose
apologetically
and
vowed
not
to
snap
the
cards
any
more
,
but
always
forgot
.
McWatt
wore
fleecy
bedroom
slippers
with
his
red
pajamas
and
slept
between
freshly
pressed
colored
bed
-
sheets
like
the
one
Milo
had
retrieved
half
of
for
him
from
the
grinning
thief
with
the
sweet
tooth
in
exchange
for
none
of
the
pitted
dates
Milo
had
borrowed
from
Yossarian
.
McWatt
was
deeply
impressed
with
Milo
,
who
,
to
the
amusement
of
Corporal
Snark
,
his
mess
sergeant
,
was
already
buying
eggs
for
seven
cents
apiece
and
selling
them
for
five
cents
.
But
McWatt
was
never
as
impressed
with
Milo
as
Milo
had
been
with
the
letter
Yossarian
had
obtained
for
his
liver
from
Doc
Daneeka
.
"
What
’
s
this
?
"
Milo
had
cried
out
in
alarm
when
he
came
upon
the
enormous
corrugated
carton
filled
with
packages
of
dried
fruit
and
cans
of
fruit
juices
and
desserts
that
two
of
the
Italian
laborers
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
had
kidnapped
for
his
kitchen
were
about
to
carry
off
to
Yossarian
’
s
tent
.
"
This
is
Captain
Yossarian
,
sir
,
"
said
Corporal
Snark
with
a
superior
smirk
.
Corporal
Snark
was
an
intellectual
snob
who
felt
he
was
twenty
years
ahead
of
his
time
and
did
not
enjoy
cooking
down
to
the
masses
.
"
He
has
a
letter
from
Doc
Daneeka
entitling
him
to
all
the
fruit
and
fruit
juices
he
wants
.
"
"
What
’
s
this
?
"
cried
out
Yossarian
as
Milo
went
white
and
began
to
sway
.
"
This
is
Lieutenant
Milo
Minderbinder
,
sir
,
"
said
Corporal
Snark
with
a
derisive
wink
.
"
One
of
our
new
pilots
.
He
became
mess
officer
while
you
were
in
the
hospital
this
last
time
.
"
"
What
’
s
this
?
"
cried
out
McWatt
,
late
in
the
afternoon
,
as
Milo
handed
him
half
his
bedsheet
.
"
It
’
s
half
of
the
bedsheet
that
was
stolen
from
your
tent
this
morning
,
"
Milo
explained
with
nervous
self
-
satisfaction
,
his
rusty
mustache
twitching
rapidly
.
"
I
’
ll
bet
you
didn
’
t
even
know
it
was
stolen
.
"
"
Why
should
anyone
want
to
steal
a
bedsheet
?
"
Yossarian
asked
.
Milo
grew
flustered
.
"
You
don
’
t
understand
,
"
he
protested
.
