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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 205<br />
‘Piltdown Man?’<br />
‘Yes, Piltdown Man. The Smithsonian Institution is not in a position at this time to meet<br />
our price for a second Piltdown Man, but they are looking forward to the death of a<br />
wealthy and beloved donor and—’<br />
‘ Milo.’<br />
‘ France wants all the parsley we can send them, and I think we might as well,<br />
because we’ll need the francs for the lire for the pfennigs for the dates when they get<br />
back. I’ve also ordered a tremendous shipment of Peruvian balsa wood for distribution<br />
to each of the mess halls in the syndicate on a pro rata basis.’<br />
‘Balsa wood? What are the mess halls going to do with balsa wood?’<br />
‘Good balsa wood isn’t so easy to come by these days, Colonel. I just didn’t think it<br />
was a good idea to pass up the chance to buy it.’<br />
‘No, I suppose not,’ Colonel Cathcart surmised vaguely with the look of somebody<br />
seasick. ‘And I assume the price was right.’<br />
‘The price,’ said Milo, ‘was outrageous—positively exorbitant! But since we bought it<br />
from one of our own subsidiaries, we were happy to pay it. Look after the hides.’<br />
‘The hives?’<br />
‘The hides.’<br />
‘The hides?’<br />
‘The hides. In Buenos Aires. They have to be tanned.’<br />
‘Tanned?’<br />
‘In Newfoundland. And shipped to Helsinki N.M.I.F. before the spring thaw begins.<br />
Everything to Finland goes N.M.I.F. before the spring thaw begins.’<br />
‘No Money in Front?’ guessed Colonel Cathcart.<br />
‘Good, Colonel. You have a gift, sir. And then there’s the cork.’<br />
‘The cork?’<br />
‘That must go to New York, the shoes for Toulouse, the ham for Siam, the nails from<br />
Wales, and the tangerines for New Orleans.’<br />
‘ Milo.’<br />
‘We have coals in Newcastle, sir.’ Colonel Cathcart threw up his hands. ‘ Milo, stop!’<br />
he cried, almost in tears. ‘It’s no use. You’re just like I am—indispensable!’ He pushed<br />
his pencil aside and rose to his feet in frantic exasperation. ‘ Milo, you can’t fly sixty-four<br />
more missions. You can’t even fly one more mission. The whole system would fall apart<br />
if anything happened to you.’ Milo nodded serenely with complacent gratification. ‘Sir,<br />
are you forbidding me to fly any more combat missions?’<br />
‘ Milo, I forbid you to fly any more combat missions,’ Colonel Cathcart declared in a<br />
tone of stern and inflexible authority.<br />
‘But that’s not fair, sir,’ said Milo. ‘What about my record? The other men are getting<br />
all the fame and medals and publicity. Why should I be penalized just because I’m doing<br />
such a good job as mess officer?’<br />
‘No, Milo, it isn’t fair. But I don’t see anything we can do about it.’<br />
‘Maybe we can get someone else to fly my missions for me.’<br />
‘But maybe we can get someone else to fly your missions for you,’ Colonel Cathcart<br />
suggested. ‘How about the striking coal miners in Pennsylvania and West Virginia?’ Milo<br />
shook his head. ‘It would take too long to train them. But why not the men in the<br />
squadron, sir? After all, I’m doing this for them. They ought to be willing to do something<br />
for me in return.’<br />
‘But why not the men in the squadron, Milo?’ Colonel Cathcart exclaimed. ‘After all,<br />
you’re doing all this for them. They ought to be willing to do something for you in return.’<br />
‘What’s fair is fair.’<br />
‘What’s fair is fair.’<br />
‘They could take turns, sir.’<br />
‘They might even take turns flying your missions for you, Milo.’<br />
‘Who gets the credit?’<br />
‘You get the credit, Milo. And if a man wins a medal flying one of your missions, you