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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 120<br />
‘Peckem?’ repeated General Dreedle, still squinting with bewilderment. ‘Just what the<br />
hell does Peckem have to do with it?’ Colonel Korn jabbed Colonel Cathcart sharply<br />
again in the back with his elbow.<br />
‘Absolutely nothing, sir!’ Colonel Cathcart responded sprucely, wincing in extreme pain<br />
and gingerly rubbing the spot where Colonel Korn had just jabbed him again. ‘And that’s<br />
exactly why I decided to take absolutely no action at all until I first had an opportunity to<br />
discuss it with you. Shall we ignore it completely, sir?’ General Dreedle ignored him<br />
completely, turning away from him in baleful scorn to hand Yossarian his medal in its<br />
case.<br />
‘Get my girl back from the car,’ he commanded Colonel Moodus crabbily, and waited<br />
in one spot with his scowling face down until his nurse had rejoined him.<br />
‘Get word to the office right away to kill that directive I just issued ordering the men to<br />
wear neckties on the combat missions,’ Colonel Cathcart whispered to Colonel Korn<br />
urgently out of the corner of his mouth.<br />
‘I told you not to do it,’ Colonel Korn snickered. ‘But you just wouldn’t listen to me.’<br />
‘Shhhh!’ Colonel Cathcart cautioned. ‘Goddammit, Korn, what did you do to my back?’<br />
Colonel Korn snickered again.<br />
General Dreedle’s nurse always followed General Dreedle everywhere he went, even<br />
into the briefing room just before the mission to Avignon, where she stood with her<br />
asinine smile at the side of the platform and bloomed like a fertile oasis at General<br />
Dreedle’s shoulder in her pink-and-green uniform. Yossarian looked at her and fell in<br />
love, desperately. His spirits sank, leaving him empty inside and numb. He sat gazing in<br />
clammy want at her full red lips and dimpled cheeks as he listened to Major Danby<br />
describe in a monotonous, didactic male drone the heavy concentrations of flak awaiting<br />
them at Avignon, and he moaned in deep despair suddenly at the thought that he might<br />
never see again this lovely woman to whom he had never spoken a word and whom he<br />
now loved so pathetically. He throbbed and ached with sorrow, fear and desire as he<br />
stared at her; she was so beautiful. He worshiped the ground she stood on. He licked<br />
his parched, thirsting lips with a sticky tongue and moaned in misery again, loudly<br />
enough this time to attract the startled, searching glances of the men sitting around him<br />
on the rows of crude wooden benches in their chocolate-colored coveralls and stitched<br />
white parachute harnesses.<br />
Nately turned to him quickly with alarm. ‘What is it?’ he whispered. ‘What’s the<br />
matter?’ Yossarian did not hear him. He was sick with lust and mesmerized with regret.<br />
General Dreedle’s nurse was only a little chubby, and his senses were stuffed to<br />
congestion with the yellow radiance of her hair and the unfelt pressure of her soft short<br />
fingers, with the rounded, untasted wealth of her nubile breasts in her Army-pink shirt<br />
that was opened wide at the throat and with the rolling, ripened, triangular confluences<br />
of her belly and thighs in her tight, slick forest-green gabardine officer’s pants. He drank<br />
her in insatiably from head to painted toenail. He never wanted to lose her.<br />
‘Oooooooooooooh,’ he moaned again, and this time the whole room rippled at his<br />
quavering, drawn-out cry. A wave of startled uneasiness broke over the officers on the<br />
dais, and even Major Danby, who had begun synchronizing the watches, was distracted<br />
momentarily as he counted out the seconds and almost had to begin again. Nately<br />
followed Yossarian’s transfixed gaze down the long frame auditorium until he came to<br />
General Dreedle’s nurse. He blanched with trepidation when he guessed what was<br />
troubling Yossarian.<br />
‘Cut it out, will you?’ Nately warned in a fierce whisper.<br />
‘Ooooooooooooooooooooh,’ Yossarian moaned a fourth time, this time loudly enough<br />
for everyone to hear him distinctly.<br />
‘Are you crazy?’ Nately hissed vehemently. ‘You’ll get into trouble.’<br />
‘Ooooooooooooooooooooh,’ Dunbar answered Yossarian from the opposite end of the<br />
room.<br />
Nately recognized Dunbar’s voice. The situation was now out of control, and he turned<br />
away with a small moan. ‘Ooh.’