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The flies have conquered the flypaper.
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Tonder said, "Captain, do you get much news from home?"
"A certain amount," said Loft.
"Is everything well there?"
"Wonderful!" said Loft. "The armies move ahead everywhere."
"The British aren't defeated yet?"
"They are defeated in every engagement."
"But they fight on?"
"A few air raids, no more."
"And the Russians?"
"It's all over."
Tonder said insistently, "But they fight on?"
"A little skirmishing, no more."
"Then we have just about won, haven't we, Captain? " Tonder asked.
"Yes, we have."
Tonder looked closely at him and said, "You believe this, don't you, Captain?"
Prackle broke in, "Don't let him start that again!"
Loft scowled at Tonder. "I don't know what you mean."
Tonder said, "I mean this: we'll be going home before long, won't we?"
"Well, the reorganization will take some time," Hunter said. "The new order can't be put into effect in a day, can it?"
Tonder said, "All our lives, perhaps?"
And Prackle said, "Don't let him start it again!"
Loft came very close to Tonder and he said, "Lieutenant, I don't like the tone of your questions. I don't like the tone of doubt."
Hunter looked up and said, "Don't be hard on him, Loft. He's tired. We're all tired."
"Well, I'm tired, too," said Loft, "but I don't let treasonable doubts get in."
Hunter said, "Don't bedevil him, I tell you! where's the colonel, do you know?"
"He's making out his report. He's asking for reinforcements," said Loft. "It's a bigger job than we thought."
Prackle asked excitedly, "Will we get them -- the reinforcements?"
"How would I know?"
Tonder smiled. "Reinforcements!" he said softly. "Or maybe replacements. Maybe we could go home for a while." And he said, smiling, "Maybe I could walk down the street and people would say 'Hello,' and they'd say, 'There goes a soldier,' and they'd be glad for me and they'd be glad of me. And there'd be friends about, and I could turn my back to a man without being afraid."
Prackle said, "Don't start that again! Don't let him get out of hand again!"
And Loft said disgustedly, "We have enough trouble now without having the staff go crazy."
But Tonder went on, "You really think replacements will come, Captain?"
"I didn't say so."
"But you said they might."
"I said I didn't know. Look Lieutenant, we've conquered half the world. We must police it for a while. You know that."
"But the other half?" Tonder asked.
"They will fight on hopelessly for a while," said Loft.
"Then we must be spread out all over."
"For a while," said Loft.
Prackle said nervously, "I wish you'd make him shut up. I wish you would shut him up. Make him stop it."
Tonder got out his handkerchief and blew his nose, and he spoke a little like a man out of his head. He laughed embarrassedly. He said, "I had a funny dream. I guess it was a dream. Maybe it was a thought. Maybe a thought or a dream."
Prackle said, "Make him stop, Captain!"
Tonder said, "Captain, is this place conquered?"
"Of course," said Loft.
A little note of hysteria crept into Tonder's laughter. He said, "Conquered and we're afraid; conquered and we're surrounded." His laughter grew shrill. "I had a dream - or a thought- out in the snow with the black shadows and the faces in the doorways, the cold faces behind curtains. I had a thought or a dream."
Prackle said "Make him stop!"
Tonder said, "I dreamed the Leader was crazy."
And Loft and Hunter laughed together and Loft said, "The enemy have found out how crazy. I'll have to write that one home. The papers would print that one. The enemy have learned how crazy the Leader is."
And Tonder went on laughing. "Conquest after conquest, deeper and deeper into molasses." His laughter choked him and he coughed into his handkerchief. "Maybe the Leader is crazy. Flies conquer the flypaper. Flies capture two hundred miles of new flypaper!"
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And Winter broke in angrily, "They would know. You do not keep secrets. One of your men got out of hand one night and he said the flies had conquered the flypaper, and now the whole nation knows his words. They have made a song of it. The flies have conquered the flypaper. You do not keep secrets, Colonel."
From the direction of the mine a whistle tooted shrilly. And a quick gust of wind sifted dry snow against the windows.
Orden fingered his gold medallion. He said quietly, "You see, sir, nothing can change it. You will be destroyed and driven out." His voice was very soft. "The people don't like to be conquered, sir, and so they will not be. Free men cannot start a war, but once it is started, they can fight on in defeat. Herd men, followers of a leader, cannot do that, and so it is always the herd men who win battles and the free men who win wars. You will find it is so sir."
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