Уловка 22

The Chaplain

           ItwasalmostamilefromhistenttoYossarian’ssquadron.Thechaplain’ssummer-tanshirtwassoakingwithperspirationbythetimehearrivedthereandrushedbreathlesslybackinsidetheorderlyroomtent,wherehewashaltedperemptorilybythesametreacherous,soft-spokenstaffsergeantwithroundeyeglassesandgauntcheeks,whorequestedhimtoremainoutsidebecauseMajorMajorwasinsideandtoldhimhewouldnotbeallowedinsideuntilMajorMajorwentout.Thechaplainlookedathiminanuncomprehendingdaze.Whydidthesergeanthatehim?hewondered.Hislipswerewhiteandtrembling.Hewasachingwiththirst.Whatwasthematterwithpeople?Wasn’ttheretragedyenough?Thesergeantputhishandoutandheldthechaplainsteady.

           "I’msorry,sir,"hesaidregretfullyinalow,courteous,melancholyvoice."ButthoseareMajorMajor’sorders.Heneverwantstoseeanyone."

           "Hewantstoseeme,"thechaplainpleaded."HecametomytenttoseemewhileIwasherebefore."

           "MajorMajordidthat?"thesergeantasked.

           "Yes,hedid.Pleasegoinandaskhim."

           "I’mafraidIcan’tgoin,sir.Heneverwantstoseemeeither.Perhapsifyouleftanote."

           "Idon’twanttoleaveanote.Doesn’theevermakeanexception?"

           "Onlyinextremecircumstances.Thelasttimehelefthistentwastoattendthefuneralofoneoftheenlistedmen.Thelasttimehesawanyoneinhisofficewasatimehewasforcedto.

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