“Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?” The question upset them, because Snowden had been killed over Avignon when Dobbs went crazy in mid-air and seized the controls away from Huple. The corporal played it dumb. “What?” he asked. “Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?” “I’m afraid I don’t understand.” “Où sont les Neigedens d’antan?” Yossarian said to make it easier for him. “Parlez en anglais, for Christ’s sake,” said the corporal. “Je ne parle pas français.”
