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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 162<br />
Yossarian that he would not permit his patients to take indecent liberties with his nurses.<br />
‘What do you want from him?’ Dunbar asked plaintively from the floor, wincing at the<br />
vibrating pains in his temples that his voice set up. ‘He didn’t do anything.’<br />
‘I’m talking about you!’ the thin, dignified colonel bellowed as loudly as he could.<br />
‘You’re going to be punished for what you did.’<br />
‘What do you want from him?’ Yossarian called out. ‘All he did was fall on his head.’<br />
‘And I’m talking about you too!’ the colonel declared, whirling to rage at Yossarian.<br />
‘You’re going to be good and sorry you grabbed Nurse Duckett by the bosom.’<br />
‘I didn’t grab Nurse Duckett by the bosom,’ said Yossarian.<br />
‘I grabbed her by the bosom,’ said Dunbar.<br />
‘Are you both crazy?’ the doctor cried shrilly, backing away in paling confusion.<br />
‘Yes, he really is crazy, Doc,’ Dunbar assured him. ‘Every night he dreams he’s<br />
holding a live fish in his hands.’ The doctor stopped in his tracks with a look of elegant<br />
amazement and distaste, and the ward grew still. ‘He does what?’ he demanded.<br />
‘He dreams he’s holding a live fish in his hand.’<br />
‘What kind of fish?’ the doctor inquired sternly of Yossarian.<br />
‘I don’t know,’ Yossarian answered. ‘I can’t tell one kind of fish from another.’<br />
‘In which hand do you hold them?’<br />
‘It varies,’ answered Yossarian.<br />
‘It varies with the fish,’ Dunbar added helpfully.<br />
The colonel turned and stared down at Dunbar suspiciously with a narrow squint.<br />
‘Yes? And how come you seem to know so much about it?’<br />
‘I’m in the dream,’ Dunbar answered without cracking a smile.<br />
The colonel’s face flushed with embarrassment. He glared at them both with cold,<br />
unforgiving resentment. ‘Get up off the floor and into your bed,’ he directed Dunbar<br />
through thin lips. ‘And I don’t want to hear another word about this dream from either<br />
one of you. I’ve got a man on my staff to listen to disgusting bilge like this.’<br />
‘Just why do you think,’ carefully inquired Major Sanderson, the soft and thickset<br />
smiling staff psychiatrist to whom the colonel had ordered Yossarian sent, ‘that Colonel<br />
Ferredge finds your dream disgusting?’ Yossarian replied respectfully. ‘I suppose it’s<br />
either some quality in the dream or some quality in Colonel Ferredge.’<br />
‘That’s very well put,’ applauded Major Sanderson, who wore squeaking GI shoes and<br />
had charcoal-black hair that stood up almost straight. ‘For some reason,’ he confided,<br />
‘Colonel Ferredge has always reminded me of a sea gull. He doesn’t put much faith in<br />
psychiatry, you know.’<br />
‘You don’t like sea gulls, do you?’ inquired Yossarian.<br />
‘No, not very much,’ admitted Major Sanderson with a sharp, nervous laugh and pulled<br />
at his pendulous second chin lovingly as though it were a long goatee. ‘I think your<br />
dream is charming, and I hope it recurs frequently so that we can continue discussing it.<br />
Would you like a cigarette?’ He smiled when Yossarian declined. ‘Just why do you<br />
think,’ he asked knowingly, ‘that you have such a strong aversion to accepting a<br />
cigarette from me?’<br />
‘I put one out a second ago. It’s still smoldering in your ash tray.’ Major Sanderson<br />
chuckled. ‘That’s a very ingenious explanation. But I suppose we’ll soon discover the<br />
true reason.’ He tied a sloppy double bow in his opened shoelace and then transferred a<br />
lined yellow pad from his desk to his lap. ‘This fish you dream about. Let’s talk about<br />
that. It’s always the same fish, isn’t it?’<br />
‘I don’t know,’ Yossarian replied. ‘I have trouble recognizing fish.’<br />
‘What does the fish remind you of?’<br />
‘Other fish.’<br />
‘And what do other fish remind you of?’<br />
‘Other fish.’ Major Sanderson sat back disappointedly. ‘Do you like fish?’<br />
‘Not especially.’<br />
‘Just why do you think you have such a morbid aversion to fish?’ asked Major<br />
Sanderson triumphantly.