Уловка 22

The Chaplain

           "Andyoubetternottrytodoanythingaboutitifyouknowwhat’sgoodforyou."Helaughedquietlyinmaliciousdefiance."ColonelCathcartisn’tgoingtolikeitifhefindsoutyou’regettingevenwithmeforbringinghimmyidea.Youknowsomething,Chaplain?"CorporalWhitcombcontinued,bitingthechaplain’sblackthreadapartcontemptuouslywithaloudsnapandbuttoningonhisshirt."Thatdumbbastardreallythinksit’soneofthegreatestideashe’severheard."

           "ItmightevengetmeintoTheSaturdayEveningPost,"ColonelCathcartboastedinhisofficewithasmile,swaggeringbackandforthconviviallyashereproachedthechaplain."Andyoudidn’thavebrainsenoughtoappreciateit.You’vegotagoodmaninCorporalWhitcomb,Chaplain.Ihopeyouhavebrainsenoughtoappreciatethat."

           "SergeantWhitcomb,"thechaplaincorrected,beforehecouldcontrolhimself.

           ColonelCathcartOared."IsaidSergeantWhitcomb,"hereplied."Iwishyou’dtrylisteningonceinawhileinsteadofalwaysfindingfault.Youdon’twanttobeacaptainallyourlife,doyou?"

           "Sir?"

           "Well,Icertainlydon’tseehowyou’reevergoingtoamounttoanythingelseifyoukeeponthisway.CorporalWhitcombfeelsthatyoufellowshaven’thadafreshideainnineteenhundredandforty-fouryears,andI’minclinedtoagreewithhim.Abrightboy,thatCorporalWhitcomb.Well,it’sallgoingtochange.

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