Уловка 22

Mrs. Daneeka

           Thefixed,vacant,woodenstaresofhistwoenlistedmenwereevenmoreirritatingthanalways.

           "Goddammit,"heexpostulatedpolitelyinanuncommonexcessofexasperation,"what’sthematterwithyoutwomenanyway?Itjustisn’trightforapersontohavealowtemperatureallthetimeandwalkaroundwithastuffednose."DocDaneekaemittedaglum,self-pityingsniffandstrolleddisconsolatelyacrossthetenttohelphimselftosomeaspirinandsulphurpillsandpainthisownthroatwithArgyrol.Hisdowncastfacewasfragileandforlornasaswallow’s,andherubbedthebackofhisarmsrhythmically."JustlookhowcoldIamrightnow.You’resureyou’renotholdinganythingback?"

           "You’redead,sir,"oneofhistwoenlistedmenexplained.

           DocDaneekajerkedhisheadupquicklywithresentfuldistrust."What’sthat?"

           "You’redead,sir,"repeatedtheother."That’sprobablythereasonyoualwaysfeelsocold."

           "That’sright,sir.You’veprobablybeendeadallthistimeandwejustdidn’tdetectit."

           "Whatthehellareyoubothtalkingabout?"DocDaneekacriedshrillywithasurging,petrifyingsensationofsomeonrushingunavoidabledisaster.

           "It’strue,sir,"saidoneoftheenlistedmen."TherecordsshowthatyouwentupinMcWatt’splanetocollectsomeflighttime.Youdidn’tcomedowninaparachute,soyoumusthavebeenkilledinthecrash."

           "That’sright,sir,"saidtheother.

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