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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 173<br />
down, never tiring, never pausing in his relentless, methodical, monotonous procedure<br />
unless it was to leer at Yossarian with maniacal mischief. Yossarian tried not to watch<br />
him. He counted the parts and thought he would go clear out of his mind. He turned<br />
away, shutting his eyes, but that was even worse, for now he had only the sounds, the<br />
tiny maddening, indefatigable, distinct clicks and rustles of hands and weightless parts.<br />
Orr was breathing rhythmically with a noise that was stertorous and repulsive. Yossarian<br />
clenched his fists and looked at the long bone-handled hunting knife hanging in a holster<br />
over the cot of the dead man in the tent. As soon as he thought of stabbing Orr, his<br />
tension eased. The idea of murdering Orr was so ridiculous that he began to consider it<br />
seriously with queer whimsy and fascination. He searched the nape of Orr’s neck for the<br />
probable site of the medulla oblongata. Just the daintiest stick there would kill him and<br />
solve so many serious, agonizing problems for them both.<br />
‘Does it hurt?’ Orr asked at precisely that moment, as though by protective instinct.<br />
Yossarian eyed him closely. ‘Does what hurt?’<br />
‘Your leg,’ said Orr with a strange, mysterious laugh. ‘You still limp a little.’<br />
‘It’s just a habit, I guess,’ said Yossarian, breathing again with relief. ‘I’ll probably get<br />
over it soon.’ Orr rolled over sideways to the floor and came up on one knee, facing<br />
toward Yossarian. ‘Do you remember,’ he drawled reflectively, with an air of labored<br />
recollection, ‘that girl who was hitting me on the head that day in Rome?’ He chuckled at<br />
Yossarian’s involuntary exclamation of tricked annoyance. ‘I’ll make a deal with you<br />
about that girl. I’ll tell you why that girl was hitting me on the head with her shoe that day<br />
if you answer one question.’<br />
‘What’s the question?’<br />
‘Did you ever screw Nately’s girl?’ Yossarian laughed with surprise. ‘Me? No. Now tell<br />
me why that girl hit you with her shoe.’<br />
‘That wasn’t the question,’ Orr informed him with victorious delight. ‘That was just<br />
conversation. She acts like you screwed her.’<br />
‘Well, I didn’t. How does she act?’<br />
‘She acts like she don’t like you.’<br />
‘She doesn’t like anyone.’<br />
‘She likes Captain Black,’ Orr reminded.<br />
‘That’s because he treats her like dirt. Anyone can get a girl that way.’<br />
‘She wears a slave bracelet on her leg with his name on it.’<br />
‘He makes her wear it to needle Nately.’<br />
‘She even gives him some of the money she gets from Nately.’<br />
‘Listen, what do you want from me?’<br />
‘Did you ever screw my girl?’<br />
‘Your girl? Who the hell is your girl?’<br />
‘The one who hit me over the head with her shoe.’<br />
‘I’ve been with her a couple of times,’ Yossarian admitted. ‘Since when is she your<br />
girl? What are you getting at?’<br />
‘She don’t like you, either.’<br />
‘What the hell do I care if she likes me or not? She likes me as much as she likes you.’<br />
‘Did she ever hit you over the head with her shoe?’<br />
‘Orr, I’m tired. Why don’t you leave me alone?’<br />
‘Tee-hee-hee. How about that skinny countess in Rome and her skinny daughter-inlaw?’<br />
Orr persisted impishly with increasing zest. ‘Did you ever screw them?’<br />
‘Oh, how I wish I could,’ sighed Yossarian honestly, imagining, at the mere question,<br />
the prurient, used, decaying feel in his petting hands of their teeny, pulpy buttocks and<br />
breasts.<br />
‘They don’t like you either,’ commented Orr. ‘They like Aarfy, and they like Nately, but<br />
they don’t like you. Women just don’t seem to like you. I think they think you’re a bad<br />
influence.’<br />
‘Women are crazy,’ Yossarian answered, and waited grimly for what he knew was<br />
coming next.