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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 101<br />
crinkled face. His eyes were creased and rheumy, and he appeared tragically ill at ease<br />
as he stood awkwardly with the brim of his black felt fedora held in his two brawny<br />
laborer’s hands out in front of his wide lapels. Poverty and hard work had inflicted<br />
iniquitous damage on both. The brother was looking for a fight. His round white cap was<br />
cocked at an insolent tilt, his hands were clenched, and he glared at everything in the<br />
room with a scowl of injured truculence.<br />
The three creaked forward timidly, holding themselves close to each other in a<br />
stealthy, funereal group and inching forward almost in step, until they arrived at the side<br />
of the bed and stood staring down at Yossarian. There was a gruesome and<br />
excruciating silence that threatened to endure forever. Finally Yossarian was unable to<br />
bear it any longer and cleared his throat. The old man spoke at last.<br />
‘He looks terrible,’ he said.<br />
‘He’s sick, Pa.’<br />
‘Giuseppe,’ said the mother, who had seated herself in a chair with her veinous fingers<br />
clasped in her lap.<br />
‘My name is Yossarian,’ Yossarian said.<br />
‘His name is Yossarian, Ma. Yossarian, don’t you recognize me? I’m your brother<br />
John. Don’t you know who I am?’<br />
‘Sure I do. You’re my brother John.’<br />
‘He does recognize me! Pa, he knows who I am. Yossarian, here’s Papa. Say hello to<br />
Papa.’<br />
‘Hello, Papa,’ said Yossarian.<br />
‘Hello, Giuseppe.’<br />
‘His name is Yossarian, Pa.’<br />
‘I can’t get over how terrible he looks,’ the father said.<br />
‘He’s very sick, Pa. The doctor says he’s going to die.’<br />
‘I didn’t know whether to believe the doctor or not,’ the father said. ‘You know how<br />
crooked those guys are.’<br />
‘Giuseppe,’ the mother said again, in a soft, broken chord of muted anguish.<br />
‘His name is Yossarian, Ma. She don’t remember things too good any more. How’re<br />
they treating you in here, kid? They treating you pretty good?’<br />
‘Pretty good,’ Yossarian told him.<br />
‘That’s good. Just don’t let anybody in here push you around. You’re just as good as<br />
anybody else in here even though you are Italian. You’ve got rights, too.’ Yossarian<br />
winced and closed his eyes so that he would not have to look at his brother John. He<br />
began to feel sick.<br />
‘Now see how terrible he looks,’ the father observed.<br />
‘Giuseppe,’ the mother said.<br />
‘Ma, his name is Yossarian,’ the brother interrupted her impatiently. ‘Can’t you<br />
remember?’<br />
‘It’s all right,’ Yossarian interrupted him. ‘She can call me Giuseppe if she wants to.’<br />
‘Giuseppe,’ she said to him.<br />
‘Don’t worry, Yossarian,’ the brother said. ‘Everything is going to be all right.’<br />
‘Don’t worry, Ma,’ Yossarian said. ‘Everything is going to be all right.’<br />
‘Did you have a priest?’ the brother wanted to know.<br />
‘Yes,’ Yossarian lied, wincing again.<br />
‘That’s good,’ the brother decided. ‘Just as long as you’re getting everything you’ve<br />
got coming to you. We came all the way from New York. We were afraid we wouldn’t get<br />
here in time.’<br />
‘In time for what?’<br />
‘In time to see you before you died.’<br />
‘What difference would it make?’<br />
‘We didn’t want you to die by yourself.’<br />
‘What difference would it make?’<br />
‘He must be getting delirious,’ the brother said. ‘He keeps saying the same thing over