But the corrugated ones are more simple."
I'd better use one of each on each set, Robert Jordan thought.
But the serrated type will lash easier and more securely.
"Are you going to be throwing bombs, _Ingles?_" Agustin asked.
"Why not?" Robert Jordan said.
But crouched there, sorting out the grenades, what he was thinking was: it is impossible.
How I could have deceived myself about it I do not know.
We were as sunk when they attacked Sordo as Sordo was sunk when the snow stopped.
It is that you can't accept it.
You have to go on and make a plan that you know is impossible to carry out.
You made it and now you know it is no good.
It's no good, now, in the morning.
You can take either of the posts absolutely O.K. with what you've got here.
But you can't take them both.
You can't be sure of it, I mean.
Don't deceive yourself.
Not when the daylight comes.
Trying to take them both will never work.
Pablo knew that all the time.
I suppose he always intended to muck off but he knew we were cooked when Sordo was attacked.
You can't base an operation on the presumption that miracles are going to happen.
You will kill them all off and not even get your bridge blown if you have nothing better than what you have now.
You will kill off Pilar, Anselmo, Agustin, Primitivo, this jumpy Eladio, the worthless gypsy and old Fernando, and you won't get your bridge blown.
Do you suppose there will be a miracle and Golz will get the message from Andres and stop it?
If there isn't, you are going to kill them all off with those orders.
Maria too.
You'll kill her too with those orders.
Can't you even get her out of it?
God damn Pablo to hell, he thought.
No.
Don't get angry.
Getting angry is as bad as getting scared.
But instead of sleeping with your girl you should have ridden all night through these hills with the woman to try to dig up enough people to make it work.
Yes, he thought.
And if anything happened to me so I was not here to blow it.
Yes.
That. That's why you weren't out.
And you couldn't send anybody out because you couldn't run a chance of losing them and being short one more.
You had to keep what you had and make a plan to do it with them.
But your plan stinks.
It stinks, I tell you.
It was a night plan and it's morning now.
Night plans aren't any good in the morning.
The way you think at night is no good in the morning.
So now you know it is no good.
What if John Mosby did get away with things as impossible as this?
Sure he did.
Much more difficult.
And remember, do not undervaluate the element of surprise.
Remember that.