Уловка 22

Major — De Coverley

           "Youcouldprobablyflydownthereonceaweekinasquadronplaneandbringbackallthefresheggsweneed."

           "Yes,"Miloagreed."IsupposeIcoulddothat,ifsomeonewantedmetoandputaplaneatmydisposal."

           "Ilikemyfresheggsfried,"MajordeCoverleyremembered."Infreshbutter."

           "IcanfindallthefreshbutterweneedinSicilyfortwenty-fivecentsapound,"Miloanswered."Twenty-fivecentsapoundforfreshbutterisagoodbuy.There’senoughmoneyinthemessfundforbuttertoo,andwecouldprobablysellsometotheothersquadronsataprofitandgetbackmostofwhatwepayforourown."

           "What’syourname,son?"askedMajordeCoverley.

           "MynameisMiloMinderbinder,sir.Iamtwenty-sevenyearsold."

           "You’reagoodmessofficer,Milo."

           "I’mnotthemessofficer,sir."

           "You’reagoodmessofficer,Milo."

           "Thankyou,sir.I’lldoeverythinginmypowertobeagoodmessofficer."

           "Blessyou,myboy.Haveahorseshoe."

           "Thankyou,sir.WhatshouldIdowithit?"

           "Throwit."

           "Away?"

           "Atthatpegthere.Thenpickitupandthrowitatthispeg.It’sagame,see?Yougetthehorseshoeback."

           "Yes,sir.Isee.Howmucharehorseshoessellingfor?"

           ThesmellofafresheggsnappingexoticallyinapooloffreshbuttercarriedalongwayontheMediterraneantradewindsandbroughtGeneralDreedleracingbackwithavoraciousappetite,accompaniedbyhisnurse,whoaccompaniedhimeverywhere,andhisson-in-law,ColonelMoodus.

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