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"
There
’
s
nothing
to
tell
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
’
ve
led
a
quiet
life
.
"
"
You
act
like
a
married
man
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
"
"
Nothing
,
"
I
said
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
"
"
This
war
is
killing
me
,
"
Rinaldi
said
,
"
I
am
very
depressed
by
it
.
"
He
folded
his
hands
over
his
knee
.
"
Oh
,
"
I
said
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
Can
’
t
I
even
have
human
impulses
?
"
"
No
.
I
can
see
you
’
ve
been
having
a
fine
time
.
Tell
me
.
"
"
All
summer
and
all
fall
I
’
ve
operated
.
I
work
all
the
time
.
I
do
everybody
’
s
work
.
All
the
hard
ones
they
leave
to
me
.
By
God
,
baby
,
I
am
becoming
a
lovely
surgeon
.
"
"
That
sounds
better
.
"
"
I
never
think
.
No
,
by
God
,
I
don
’
t
think
;
I
operate
.
"
