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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 204<br />
damned good, Milo, damned good, really. Six missions is an increase of twenty per cent<br />
in just a couple of minutes, which is not bad at all, Milo, not bad at all.’<br />
‘Many of the other men have seventy missions,’ Milo pointed out.<br />
‘But they never produced any chocolate-covered cotton, did they? Milo, you’re doing<br />
more than your share.’<br />
‘But they’re getting all the fame and opportunity,’ Milo persisted with a petulance that<br />
bordered on sniveling. ‘Sir, I want to get in there and fight like the rest of the fellows.<br />
That’s what I’m here for. I want to win medals, too.’<br />
‘Yes, Milo, of course. We all want to spend more time in combat. But people like you<br />
and me serve in different ways. Look at my own record,’ Colonel Cathcart uttered a<br />
deprecatory laugh. ‘I’ll bet it’s not generally known, Milo, that I myself have flown only<br />
four missions, is it?’<br />
‘No, sir,’ Milo replied. ‘It’s generally known that you’ve flown only two missions. And<br />
that one of those occurred when Aarfy accidentally flew you over enemy territory while<br />
navigating you to Naples for a black-market water cooler.’ Colonel Cathcart, flushing<br />
with embarrassment, abandoned all further argument. ‘All right, Milo. I can’t praise you<br />
enough for what you want to do. If it really means so much to you, I’ll have Major Major<br />
assign you to the next sixty-four missions so that you can have seventy, too.’<br />
‘Thank you, Colonel, thank you, sir. You don’t know what this means.’<br />
‘Don’t mention it, Milo. I know exactly what it means.’<br />
‘No, Colonel, I don’t think you do know what it means,’ Milo disagreed pointedly.<br />
‘Someone will have to begin running the syndicate for me right away. It’s very<br />
complicated, and I might get shot down at any time.’ Colonel Cathcart brightened<br />
instantly at the thought and began rubbing his hands with avaricious zest. ‘You know,<br />
Milo, I think Colonel Korn and I might be willing to take the syndicate off your hands,’ he<br />
suggested in an offhand manner, almost licking his lips in savory anticipation. ‘Our<br />
experience in black-market plum tomatoes should come in very useful. Where do we<br />
begin?’ Milo watched Colonel Cathcart steadily with a bland and guileless expression.<br />
‘Thank you, sir, that’s very good of you. Begin with a salt-free diet for General Peckem<br />
and a fat-free diet for General Dreedle.’<br />
‘Let me get a pencil. What’s next?’<br />
‘The cedars.’<br />
‘Cedars?’<br />
‘From Lebanon.’<br />
‘ Lebanon?’<br />
‘We’ve got cedars from Lebanon due at the sawmill in Oslo to be turned into shingles<br />
for the builder in Cape Cod. C.O.D. And then there’s the peas.’<br />
‘Peas?’<br />
‘That are on the high seas. We’ve got boatloads of peas that are on the high seas<br />
from Atlanta to Holland to pay for the tulips that were shipped to Geneva to pay for the<br />
cheeses that must go to Vienna M.I.F.’<br />
‘M.I.F.?’<br />
‘Money in Front. The Hapsburgs are shaky.’<br />
‘ Milo.’<br />
‘And don’t forget the galvanized zinc in the warehouse at Flint. Four carloads of<br />
galvanized zinc from Flint must be flown to the smelters in Damascus by noon of the<br />
eighteenth, terms F.O.B. Calcutta two per cent ten days E.O.M. One Messerschmitt full<br />
of hemp is due in Belgrade for a C-47 and a half full of those semi-pitted dates we stuck<br />
them with from Khartoum. Use the money from the Portuguese anchovies we’re selling<br />
back to Lisbon to pay for the Egyptian cotton we’ve got coming back to us from<br />
Mamaroneck and to pick up as many oranges as you can in Spain. Always pay cash for<br />
naranjas.’<br />
‘Naranjas?’<br />
‘That’s what they call oranges in Spain, and these are Spanish oranges. And—oh,<br />
yes. Don’t forget Piltdown Man.’