Уловка 22

Piltchard & Wren

           Strungoutformilesinastricken,tortuous,squirmingline,theotherflightsofplanesweremakingthesamehazardousjourneyoverthetarget,threadingtheirswiftwaythroughtheswollenmassesofnewandoldburstsofflaklikeratsracinginapackthroughtheirowndroppings.Onewasonfire,andflappedlamelyoffbyitself,billowinggiganticallylikeamonstrousblood-redstar.AsYossarianwatched,theburningplanefloatedoveronitssideandbeganspiralingdownslowlyinwide,tremulous,narrowingcircles,itshugeflamingburdenblazingorangeandflaringoutinbacklikealong,swirlingcapeoffireandsmoke.Therewereparachutes,one,two,three...four,andthentheplanegyratedintoaspinandfelltherestofthewaytotheground,flutteringinsensiblyinsideitsvividpyrelikeashredofcoloredtissuepaper.Onewholeflightofplanesfromanothersquadronhadbeenblastedapart.

           Yossariansighedbarrenly,hisday’sworkdone.Hewaslistlessandsticky.TheenginescroonedmellifluouslyasMcWattthrottledbacktoloiterandallowtherestoftheplanesinhisflighttocatchup.Theabruptstillnessseemedalienandartificial,alittleinsidious.Yossarianunsnappedhisflaksuitandtookoffhishelmet.Hesighedagain,restlessly,andclosedhiseyesandtriedtorelax.

           "Where’sOrr?"someoneaskedsuddenlyoverhisintercom.

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