Уловка 22

The Texan

           "Ofthe256thSquadron?"

           "Ofthefighting256thSquadron,"Yossarianreplied."Ididn’tknowtherewereanyotherCaptainYossarians.AsfarasIknow,I’mtheonlyCaptainYossarianIknow,butthat’sonlyasfarasIknow."

           "Isee,"thechaplainsaidunhappily.

           "That’stwotothefightingeighthpower,"Yossarianpointedout,"ifyou’rethinkingofwritingasymbolicpoemaboutoursquadron."

           "No,"mumbledthechaplain."I’mnotthinkingofwritingasymbolicpoemaboutyoursquadron."

           Yossarianstraightenedsharplywhenhespiedthetinysilvercrossontheothersideofthechaplain’scollar.Hewasthoroughlyastonished,forhehadneverreallytalkedwithachaplainbefore.

           "You’reachaplain,"heexclaimedecstatically."Ididn’tknowyouwereachaplain."

           "Why,yes,"thechaplainanswered."Didn’tyouknowIwasachaplain?"

           "Why,no.Ididn’tknowyouwereachaplain."Yossarianstaredathimwithabig,fascinatedgrin."I’veneverreallyseenachaplainbefore."

           Thechaplainflushedagainandgazeddownathishands.Hewasaslightmanofaboutthirty-twowithtanhairandbrowndiffidenteyes.Hisfacewasnarrowandratherpale.Aninnocentnestofancientpimpleprickslayinthebasinofeachcheek.Yossarianwantedtohelphim.

           "CanIdoanythingatalltohelpyou?"thechaplainasked.

           Yossarianshookhishead,stillgrinning."No,I’msorry.IhaveeverythingIneedandI’mquitecomfortable.Infact,I’mnotevensick."

           "That’sgood."

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