Уловка 22

Bologna

           "Hopin,"saidChiefWhiteHalfoat,drivingupdrunkinacoveredjeep.Hewaiteduntiltheyhadcrowdedinsideandthenspurtedaheadwithasuddennessthatrolledthemalloverbackward.Heroaredwithlaughterattheircurses.Hedrovestraightaheadwhenhelefttheparkinglotandrammedthecarintotheembankmentontheothersideoftheroad.Theotherspiledforwardinahelplessheapandbegancursinghimagain."Iforgottoturn,"heexplained.

           "Becareful,willyou?"Natelycautioned."You’dbetterputyourheadlightson."

           ChiefWhiteHalfoatpulledbackinreverse,madehisturnandshotawayuptheroadattopspeed.Thewheelsweresibilantonthewhizzingblack-topsurface.

           "Notsofast,"urgedNately.

           "You’dbettertakemetoyoursquadronfirstsoIcanhelpyouputhimtobed.Thenyoucandrivemebacktomysquadron."

           "Whothehellareyou?"

           "Dunbar."

           "Hey,putyourheadlightson,"Natelyshouted."Andwatchtheroad!"

           "Theyareon.Isn’tYossarianinthiscar?That’stheonlyreasonIlettherestofyoubastardsin."ChiefWhiteHalfoatturnedcompletelyaroundtostareintothebackseat.

           "Watchtheroad!"

           "Yossarian?IsYossarianinhere?"

           "I’mhere,Chief.Let’sgohome.Whatmakesyousosure?Youneveransweredmyquestion."

           "Yousee?Itoldyouhewashere."

           "Whatquestion?"

           "Whateveritwasweweretalkingabout."

           "Wasitimportant?"

           "Idon’trememberifitwasimportantornot.IwishtoGodIknewwhatitwas."

           "ThereisnoGod."

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