"About one thirtieth of an ounce. But that's not the point."
"Thirty thousand dollars for one thirtieth of an ounce? That sounds almost as good as drugs." Milo spoke with his disunited eyes fixed on a distance speculatively, each brown iris pointing off in a different direction, as though, in concert, they took in to the horizon the entirety of all that was visible to humankind. The halves of his mustache were palpitating in separate cadences, the individual rusty-gray hairs oscillating skittishly like sensors taking notes electronically. "Is there much of a demand for heavy water?" he inquired.
"Every country wants it. But that's not the point."
"What's it used for?"
"Nuclear energy, mainly. And making atomic warheads."
"That sounds better than drugs," Milo went on in fascination. "Would you say that heavy water is as good a growth industry as illegal drugs?"
"I would not call heavy water a growth industry," Yossarian answered wryly. "But this is not what I'm talking about. Milo, I want to find out where he is."
"Where who is?"
"Tappman. The one I'm talking to you about. He was the chaplain in the army with us."
"I was in the army with a lot of people."
"He gave you a character reference when you nearly got in trouble for bombing our own air base."
"I get a lot of character references. Heavy water? Yes? That's what it's called? What is heavy water?"
"It's heavy water."
"Yes, I see. And what is the gas?"
"Tritium. But that's not the point."
"Who makes heavy water?"
"Chaplain Tappman does, for one. Milo, I want to find him and get him back before anything happens to him."
"And I want to help," promised Milo, "before Harold Strange-love, General Electric, or one of my other competitors does. I can't thank you enough for coming to me with this, Yossarian. You're worth your weight in gold. Tell me, which is worth more, gold or tritium?"
"Tritium."
"Then you're worth your weight in tritium. I'm busy today, but I must find that chaplain and sneak a man inside with the scientists interrogating him to establish ownership."
"How will you manage that?"
"I'll simply say it's in the national interest."
"How will you prove it?"
"By saying it twice," answered Milo, and flew off to Washington for his second presentation of the new secret bomber he had in mind that made no noise and could not be seen.
6
Milo
"You can't hear it and you can't see it. It will go faster than sound and slower than sound."
"Is that why you say your plane is sub-supersonic?"
"Yes, Major Bowes."
"When would you want it to go slower than sound?"