Уловка 22

The Eternal City

           "Don’tlethimbitehistongueoff,"ashortsergeantnearYossarianadvisedshrewdly,andaseventhmanthrewhimselfintothefraytowrestlewiththeilllieutenant’sface.Allatoncethewrestlerswonandturnedtoeachotherundecidedly,fornowthattheyheldtheyounglieutenantrigidtheydidnotknowwhattodowithhim.Aquiverofmoronicpanicspreadfromonestrainingbrutefacetoanother."Whydon’tyoulifthimupandputhimonthehoodofthatcar?"acorporalstandinginbackofYossariandrawled.Thatseemedtomakesense,sothesevenmenliftedtheyounglieutenantupandstretchedhimoutcarefullyonthehoodofaparkedcar,stillpinningeachstrugglingpartofhimdown.Oncetheyhadhimstretchedoutonthehoodoftheparkedcar,theystaredateachotheruneasilyagain,fortheyhadnoideawhattodowithhimnext."Whydon’tyoulifthimupoffthehoodofthatcarandlayhimdownontheground?"drawledthesamecorporalbehindYossarian.Thatseemedlikeagoodidea,too,andtheybegantomovehimbacktothesidewalk,butbeforetheycouldfinish,ajeepracedupwithaflashingredspotlightatthesideandtwomilitarypolicemeninthefrontseat.

           "What’sgoingon?"thedriveryelled.

           "He’shavingconvulsions,"oneofthemengrapplingwithoneoftheyounglieutenant’slimbsanswered."We’reholdinghimstill."

           "That’sgood.He’sunderarrest."

           "Whatshouldwedowithhim?"

           "Keephimunderarrest!"theM.P.

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