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Yossarian
had
done
his
best
to
warn
him
the
night
before
.
"
You
haven
’
t
got
a
chance
,
kid
,
"
he
had
told
him
glumly
.
"
They
hate
Jews
.
"
"
But
I
’
m
not
Jewish
,
"
answered
Clevinger
.
"
It
will
make
no
difference
,
"
Yossarian
promised
,
and
Yossarian
was
right
.
"
They
’
re
after
everybody
.
"
Clevinger
recoiled
from
their
hatred
as
though
from
a
blinding
light
These
three
men
who
hated
him
spoke
his
language
and
wore
his
uniform
,
but
he
saw
their
loveless
faces
set
immutably
into
cramped
,
mean
lines
of
hostility
and
understood
instantly
that
nowhere
in
the
world
,
not
in
all
the
fascist
tanks
or
planes
or
submarines
,
not
in
the
bunkers
behind
the
machine
guns
or
mortars
or
behind
the
blowing
flame
throwers
,
not
even
among
all
the
expert
gunners
of
the
crack
Hermann
Goering
Antiaircraft
Division
or
among
the
grisly
connivers
in
all
the
beer
halls
in
Munich
and
everywhere
else
,
were
there
men
who
hated
him
more
.
Major
Major
Major
Major
had
a
difficult
time
from
the
start
.
Like
Miniver
Cheevy
,
he
had
been
born
too
late
—
exactly
thirty
-
six
hours
too
late
for
the
physical
well
-
being
of
his
mother
,
a
gentle
,
ailing
woman
who
,
after
a
full
day
and
a
half
’
s
agony
in
the
rigors
of
childbirth
,
was
depleted
of
all
resolve
to
pursue
further
the
argument
over
the
new
child
’
s
name
.
In
the
hospital
corridor
,
her
husband
moved
ahead
with
the
unsmiling
determination
of
someone
who
knew
what
he
was
about
.
Major
Major
’
s
father
was
a
towering
,
gaunt
man
in
heavy
shoes
and
a
black
woolen
suit
.
He
filled
out
the
birth
certificate
without
faltering
,
betraying
no
emotion
at
all
as
he
handed
the
completed
form
to
the
floor
nurse
.
The
nurse
took
it
from
him
without
comment
and
padded
out
of
sight
.
He
watched
her
go
,
wondering
what
she
had
on
underneath
.
Back
in
the
ward
,
he
found
his
wife
lying
vanquished
beneath
the
blankets
like
a
desiccated
old
vegetable
,
wrinkled
,
dry
and
white
,
her
enfeebled
tissues
absolutely
still
.
Her
bed
was
at
the
very
end
of
the
ward
,
near
a
cracked
window
thickened
with
grime
.
Rain
splashed
from
a
moiling
sky
and
the
day
was
dreary
and
cold
.
In
other
parts
of
the
hospital
chalky
people
with
aged
,
blue
lips
were
dying
on
time
.
The
man
stood
erect
beside
the
bed
and
gazed
down
at
the
woman
a
long
time
.
"
I
have
named
the
boy
Caleb
,
"
he
announced
to
her
finally
in
a
soft
voice
.
"
In
accordance
with
your
wishes
.
"
The
woman
made
no
answer
,
and
slowly
the
man
smiled
.
He
had
planned
it
all
perfectly
,
for
his
wife
was
asleep
and
would
never
know
that
he
had
lied
to
her
as
she
lay
on
her
sickbed
in
the
poor
ward
of
the
county
hospital
.
