I’m cold,’ Snowden said softly, ‘I’m cold.’ ‘You’re going to be all right, kid,’ Yossarian reassured him with a grin. ‘You’re going to be all right.’ ‘I’m cold,’ Snowden said again in a frail, childlike voice. ‘I’m cold.’ ‘There, there,’ Yossarian said, because he did not know what else to say. ‘There, there.’ ‘I’m cold,’ Snowden whimpered. ‘I’m cold.’ ‘There, there. There, there.