cared who football games. They were obtuse; their morale was good. They were glad the war had lasted long enough for them to find out what combat was really like. They were halfway through unpacking when Yossarian threw them out. Captain Flume had moved back into his trailer. ... "No sirree. He knows something. He knows it's time for me to die of pneumonia, that's what he knows. And that's how I know it's time." "What does Doc Daneeka say?" "I'm not allowed to say anything," Doc Daneeka said sorrowfully... "I'm not allowed to practice medicine, any more." "That's really funny," Chief White Halfoat repeated. "All this time he's been insulting my liver, and look what happened to him. He's dead. Killed by his own greed." "Say uncle," they said to her. "Uncle," she said. "No, no. Say uncle." "Uncle," she said. "She still doesn't understand." "You still don't understand, do you? We can't really make you say uncle unless you don't want to say uncle. Don't you see? Don't say uncle when I tell you to say uncle. Okay? Say uncle." "Uncle," she said. "No, don't say uncle. Say uncle." She didn't say uncle. "That's good!" "It's a start. Now say uncle." "Uncle," she said. "It's no good." "No, it's no good that way either. She just isn't impressed with us There's just no fun making her say uncle when she doesn't care whether we make her say uncle or not." "No, she really doesn't care, does she? Say