John Collier Priestess of Delphi painting

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Aye-aye, sir." And the Major, boots sparkling, was off in a puff of pine needles and dust.
"Jesus," Mannix said. He put down his messkit and nudged Culver in the ribs. Captain Mannix, the commanding officer of headquarters company, was Culver's friend and, for five months, his closest one. He was a dark heavy-set Jew from Brooklyn, Culver's age and a reserve, too, who had had to sell his radio store and leave his wife and two children at. He had a disgruntled sense of which often seemed to bring a spark of relief not just to his own, but to Culver's, feeling of futility and isolation. Mannix was a bitter man and, in his bitterness, sometimes recklessly vocal. He had long ago given up genteel accents, and spoke like a marine. It was easier, he maintained. "Jesus," he whispered again, too loud, "what'll Congress do about this? Look at Billy chop-chop."
Culver said nothing. His tension eased off a bit,