Уловка 22

The Texan

           Dunbarsatuplikeashot."That’sit,"hecriedexcitedly."TherewassomethingmissingallthetimeIknewtherewassomethingmissingandnowIknowwhatitis."Hebangedhisfistdownintohispalm."Nopatriotism,"hedeclared.

           "You’reright,"Yossarianshoutedback."You’reright,you’reright,you’reright.Thehotdog,theBrooklynDodgers.Mom’sapplepie.That’swhateveryone’sfightingfor.Butwho’sfightingforthedecentfolk?Who’sfightingformorevotesforthedecentfolk?There’snopatriotism,that’swhatitis.Andnomatriotism,either."

           ThewarrantofficeronYossarian’sleftwasunimpressed."Whogivesashit?"heaskedtiredly,andturnedoveronhissidetogotosleep.

           TheTexanturnedouttobegood-natured,generousandlikable.Inthreedaysnoonecouldstandhim.

           Hesentshuddersofannoyancescamperingupticklishspines,andeverybodyfledfromhimeverybodybutthesoldierinwhite,whohadnochoice.Thesoldierinwhitewasencasedfromheadtotoeinplasterandgauze.Hehadtwouselesslegsandtwouselessarms.Hehadbeensmuggledintothewardduringthenight,andthemenhadnoideahewasamongthemuntiltheyawokeinthemorningandsawthetwostrangelegshoistedfromthehips,thetwostrangearmsanchoredupperpendicularly,allfourlimbspinionedstrangelyinairbyleadweightssuspendeddarklyabovehimthatnevermoved.Sewnintothebandagesovertheinsidesofbothelbowswerezipperedlipsthroughwhichhewasfedclearfluidfromaclearjar.

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