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"
I
’
m
not
old
.
"
"
You
’
re
inches
away
from
death
every
time
you
go
on
a
mission
.
How
much
older
can
you
be
at
your
age
?
A
half
minute
before
that
you
were
stepping
into
high
school
,
and
an
unhooked
brassiere
was
as
close
as
you
ever
hoped
to
get
to
Paradise
.
Only
a
fifth
of
a
second
before
that
you
were
a
small
kid
with
a
ten
-
week
summer
vacation
that
lasted
a
hundred
thousand
years
and
still
ended
too
soon
.
Zip
!
They
go
rocketing
by
so
fast
.
How
the
hell
else
are
you
ever
going
to
slow
time
down
?
"
Dunbar
was
almost
angry
when
he
finished
.
"
Well
,
maybe
it
is
true
,
"
Clevinger
conceded
unwillingly
in
a
subdued
tone
.
"
Maybe
a
long
life
does
have
to
be
filled
with
many
unpleasant
conditions
if
it
’
s
to
seem
long
But
in
that
event
,
who
wants
one
?
"
"
I
do
,
"
Dunbar
told
him
.
"
Why
?
"
Clevinger
asked
.
"
What
else
is
there
?
"
Doc
Daneeka
lived
in
a
splotched
gray
tent
with
Chief
White
Halfoat
,
whom
he
feared
and
despised
.
"
I
can
just
picture
his
liver
,
"
Doc
Daneeka
grumbled
.
"
Picture
my
liver
,
"
Yossarian
advised
him
.
