Milo let out a long, melancholy wail and staggered back, beads of perspiration popping out suddenly all over his ashen face.
Major Danby stood barring the door, waving everyone else away in ashen silence.
Lieutenant Scheisskopf’s wife had turned ashen in disbelief and was ogling him with alarm.
Yossarian swore at Milo and held two aspirins out to ashen lips unable to receive them.
Nurse Duckett shrieked and jumped into the air a mile, but it wasn’t high enough, and she squirmed and vaulted and seesawed back and forth on her divine fulcrum for almost a full fifteen seconds before she wiggled free finally and retreated frantically into the aisle with an ashen, trembling face.