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@@@@@I merely noted a symptom, I did not make a diagnosis ?So bullshit! So make a dagassnossis!? ?I?m not qualified ?Bullshit! You?re a doctor, ain?t you? I mean a real doctor, not a fasullo who says he is but ain?t got no shingle that?s legit ?If you mean medical school, yes, I?m that kind of doctor ?So look at me!? ?I can?t Panov suddenly felt the guard?s thick strong hand clawing at his head, yanking the kerchief off himThe dark interior of the automobile answered a question for Mo: How could anyone travel in a car with a blindfolded passenger? In that car it was no problem; except for the windshield, the windows were not merely tinted, they were damn near opaque, which meant from the outside they were opaqueNo one could see inside ?Go on, look!? The capo subordinato, his eyes on the road, tilted his large head grotesquely toward Panov; his thick lips were parted and his teeth bared like those of a child playing monster in the mirror, he shouted again?So tell me what you see!? ?It?s too dark in here,? replied Mo, seeing essentially what he wanted to see in the front window; they were on a country road, so narrow and so country the next step lower was dirtWherever he was being taken, he was being driven there by an extremely circuitous route ?Open the fuckin? window!? yelled the guard, his head still twisted, his eyes still on the road, his gaping mouth approaching a caricature of Orca, the about-to-vomit whale?Don?t hold nothin? backI?ll break every goddamn finger in that prick?s hands! He can do his fuckin? surgery with his elbows! I told that stupid sister of mine he was no fuckin? good, that fairyAlways readin? books, no action on the street, y?know what I mean?? ?If you?ll stop shouting for a few seconds, I can get a closer look,? said Panov, having lowered the window at his side, seeing nothing but trees and the coarse underbrush of a distinctly backcountry road, one he doubted was on too many maps?There we are,? continued Mo, raising his loosely bound hands to the capo?s mouth, his eyes, however, not on that mouth but on the road ahead?Oh, my God!? cried Panov ?What?? screamed the guardPockets of pus everywhereIn the upper and lower mandibles ?Oh, Christ!? The car swerved wildly, but it did not swerve enough Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 217 A huge treeOn the left-hand side of the deserted road! Morris Panov surged his bound hands over to the wheel, lifting his body off the seat as he propelled the steering wheel to the leftThen at the last second before the car hit the tree, he hurled himself to the right, curling into a fetal position for protection