Уловка 22

Wintergreen

           "Idon’tgiveadamnwhattheysay."

           "Youcan’tgroundanyone,"Dunbarreminded."Don’tyouknowtheorders?"

           "I’llknockhimflatonhisasswithaninjectionandreallygroundhim."Dr.Stubbslaughedwithsardonicamusementattheprospect."Theythinktheycanordersickcalloutofexistence.Thebastards.Ooops,thereitgoesagain."Therainbeganfallingagain,firstinthetrees,theninthemudpuddles,then,faintly,likeasoothingmurmur,onthetenttop."Everything’swet,"Dr.Stubbsobservedwithrevulsion."Eventhelatrinesandurinalsarebackingupinprotest.Thewholegoddamworldsmellslikeacharnelhouse."

           Thesilenceseemedbottomlesswhenhestoppedtalking.Nightfell.Therewasasenseofvastisolation.

           "Turnonthelight,"Dunbarsuggested.

           "Thereisnolight.Idon’tfeellikestartingmygenerator.Iusedtogetabigkickoutofsavingpeople’slives.NowIwonderwhatthehell’sthepoint,sincetheyallhavetodieanyway."

           "Oh,there’sapoint,allright,"Dunbarassuredhim.

           "Isthere?Whatisthepoint?"

           "Thepointistokeepthemfromdyingforaslongasyoucan."

           "Yeah,butwhat’sthepoint,sincetheyallhavetodieanyway?"

           "Thetrickisnottothinkaboutthat."

           "Nevermindthetrick.Whatthehell’sthepoint?"

           Dunbarponderedinsilenceforafewmoments."Whothehellknows?"

           Dunbardidn’tknow.BolognashouldhaveexultedDunbar,becausetheminutesdawdledandthehoursdraggedlikecenturies

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