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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 174<br />
‘How about that other girl of yours?’ Orr asked with a pretense of pensive curiosity.<br />
‘The fat one? The bald one? You know, that fat bald one in Sicily with the turban who<br />
kept sweating all over us all night long? Is she crazy too?’<br />
‘Didn’t she like me either?’<br />
‘How could you do it to a girl with no hair?’<br />
‘How was I supposed to know she had no hair?’<br />
‘I knew it,’ Orr bragged. ‘I knew it all the time.’<br />
‘You knew she was bald?’ Yossarian exclaimed in wonder.<br />
‘No, I knew this valve wouldn’t work if I left a part out,’ Orr answered, glowing with<br />
cranberry-red elation because he had just duped Yossarian again. ‘Will you please hand<br />
me that small composition gasket that rolled over there? It’s right near your foot.’<br />
‘No it isn’t.’<br />
‘Right here,’ said Orr, and took hold of something invisible with the tips of his<br />
fingernails and held it up for Yossarian to see. ‘Now I’ll have to start all over again.’<br />
‘I’ll kill you if you do. I’ll murder you right on the spot.’<br />
‘Why don’t you ever fly with me?’ Orr asked suddenly, and looked straight into<br />
Yossarian’s face for the first time. ‘There, that’s the question I want you to answer. Why<br />
don’t you ever fly with me?’ Yossarian turned away with intense shame and<br />
embarrassment. ‘I told you why. They’ve got me flying lead bombardier most of the<br />
time.’<br />
‘That’s not why,’ Orr said, shaking his head. ‘You went to Piltchard and Wren after the<br />
first Avignon mission and told them you didn’t ever want to fly with me. That’s why, isn’t<br />
it?’ Yossarian felt his skin turn hot. ‘No I didn’t,’ he lied.<br />
‘Yes you did,’ Orr insisted equably. ‘You asked them not to assign you to any plane<br />
piloted by me, Dobbs or Huple because you didn’t have confidence in us at the controls.<br />
And Piltchard and Wren said they couldn’t make an exception of you because it wouldn’t<br />
be fair to the men who did have to fly with us.’<br />
‘So?’ said Yossarian. ‘It didn’t make any difference then, did it?’<br />
‘But they’ve never made you fly with me.’ Orr, working on both knees again, was<br />
addressing Yossarian without bitterness or reproach, but with injured humility, which<br />
was infinitely more painful to observe, although he was still grinning and snickering, as<br />
though the situation were comic. ‘You really ought to fly with me, you know. I’m a pretty<br />
good pilot, and I’d take care of you. I may get knocked down a lot, but that’s not my<br />
fault, and nobody’s ever been hurt in my plane. Yes, sir—if you had any brains, you<br />
know what you’d do? You’d go right to Piltchard and Wren and tell them you want to fly<br />
all your missions with me.’ Yossarian leaned forward and peered closely into Orr’s<br />
inscrutable mask of contradictory emotions. ‘Are you trying to tell me something?’<br />
‘Tee-hee-hee-hee,’ Orr responded. ‘I’m trying to tell you why that big girl with the shoe<br />
was hitting me on the head that day. But you just won’t let me.’<br />
‘Tell me.’<br />
‘Will you fly with me?’ Yossarian laughed and shook his head. ‘You’ll only get knocked<br />
down into the water again.’ Orr did get knocked down into the water again when the<br />
rumored mission to Bologna was flown, and he landed his single-engine plane with a<br />
smashing jar on the choppy, windswept waves tossing and falling below the warlike<br />
black thunderclouds mobilizing overhead. He was late getting out of the plane and<br />
ended up alone in a raft that began drifting away from the men in the other raft and was<br />
out of sight by the time the Air-Sea Rescue launch came plowing up through the wind<br />
and splattering raindrops to take them aboard. Night was already falling by the time they<br />
were returned to the squadron. There was no word of Orr.<br />
‘Don’t worry,’ reassured Kid Sampson, still wrapped in the heavy blankets and<br />
raincoat in which he had been swaddled on the boat by his rescuers. ‘He’s probably<br />
been picked up already if he didn’t drown in that storm. It didn’t last long. I bet he’ll show<br />
up any minute.’ Yossarian walked back to his tent to wait for Orr to show up any minute<br />
and lit a fire to make things warm for him. The stove worked perfectly, with a strong,<br />
robust blaze that could be raised or lowered by turning the tap Orr had finally finished