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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 102<br />
and over again.’<br />
‘That’s really very funny,’ the old man replied. ‘All the time I thought his name was<br />
Giuseppe, and now I find out his name is Yossarian. That’s really very funny.’<br />
‘Ma, make him feel good,’ the brother urged. ‘Say something to cheer him up.’<br />
‘Giuseppe.’<br />
‘It’s not Giuseppe, Ma. It’s Yossarian.’<br />
‘What difference does it make?’ the mother answered in the same mourning tone,<br />
without looking up. ‘He’s dying.’ Her tumid eyes filled with tears and she began to cry,<br />
rocking back and forth slowly in her chair with her hands lying in her lap like fallen<br />
moths. Yossarian was afraid she would start wailing. The father and brother began<br />
crying also. Yossarian remembered suddenly why they were all crying, and he began<br />
crying too. A doctor Yossarian had never seen before stepped inside the room and told<br />
the visitors courteously that they had to go. The father drew himself up formally to say<br />
goodbye.<br />
‘Giuseppe,’ he began.<br />
‘Yossarian,’ corrected the son.<br />
‘Yossarian,’ said the father.<br />
‘Giuseppe,’ corrected Yossarian.<br />
‘Soon you’re going to die.’ Yossarian began to cry again. The doctor threw him a dirty<br />
look from the rear of the room, and Yossarian made himself stop.<br />
The father continued solemnly with his head lowered. ‘When you talk to the man<br />
upstairs,’ he said, ‘I want you to tell Him something for me. Tell Him it ain’t right for<br />
people to die when they’re young. I mean it. Tell Him if they got to die at all, they got to<br />
die when they’re old. I want you to tell Him that. I don’t think He knows it ain’t right,<br />
because He’s supposed to be good and it’s been going on for a long, long time. Okay?’<br />
‘And don’t let anybody up there push you around,’ the brother advised. ‘You’ll be just<br />
as good as anybody else in heaven, even though you are Italian.’<br />
‘Dress warm,’ said the mother, who seemed to know.<br />
Colonel Cathcart<br />
Colonel Cathcart was a slick, successful, slipshod, unhappy man of thirty-six who<br />
lumbered when he walked and wanted to be a general. He was dashing and dejected,<br />
poised and chagrined. He was complacent and insecure, daring in the administrative<br />
stratagems he employed to bring himself to the attention of his superiors and craven in<br />
his concern that his schemes might all backfire. He was handsome and unattractive, a<br />
swashbuckling, beefy, conceited man who was putting on fat and was tormented<br />
chronically by prolonged seizures of apprehension. Colonel Cathcart was conceited<br />
because he was a full colonel with a combat command at the age of only thirty-six; and<br />
Colonel Cathcart was dejected because although he was already thirty-six he was still<br />
only a full colonel.<br />
Colonel Cathcart was impervious to absolutes. He could measure his own progress<br />
only in relationship to others, and his idea of excellence was to do something at least as<br />
well as all the men his own age who were doing the same thing even better. The fact<br />
that there were thousands of men his own age and older who had not even attained the<br />
rank of major enlivened him with foppish delight in his own remarkable worth; on the<br />
other hand, the fact that there were men of his own age and younger who were already<br />
generals contaminated him with an agonizing sense of failure and made him gnaw at his<br />
fingernails with an unappeasable anxiety that was even more intense than Hungry<br />
Joe’s.<br />
Colonel Cathcart was a very large, pouting, broadshouldered man with close-cropped<br />
curly dark hair that was graying at the tips and an ornate cigarette holder that he<br />
purchased the day before he arrived in Pianosa to take command of his group. He<br />
displayed the cigarette holder grandly on every occasion and had learned to manipulate<br />
it adroitly. Unwittingly, he had discovered deep within himself a fertile aptitude for