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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 215<br />
‘They put Scheisskopf in charge of everything!’ Wintergreen was shrieking with rage<br />
and panic. ‘You and your goddam memorandums! They’ve gone and transferred combat<br />
operations to Special Services!’<br />
‘Oh, no,’ moaned General Peckem. ‘Is that what did it? My memoranda? Is that what<br />
made them put Scheisskopf in charge? Why didn’t they put me in charge?’<br />
‘Because you weren’t in Special Services any more. You transferred out and left him<br />
in charge. And do you know what he wants? Do you know what the bastard wants us all<br />
to do?’<br />
‘Sir, I think you’d better talk to General Scheisskopf,’ pleaded the sergeant nervously.<br />
‘He insists on speaking to someone.’<br />
‘Cargill, talk to Scheisskopf for me. I can’t do it. Find out what he wants.’ Colonel<br />
Cargill listened to General Scheisskopf for a moment and went white as a sheet. ‘Oh,<br />
my God!’ he cried, as the phone fell from his fingers. ‘Do you know what he wants? He<br />
wants us to march. He wants everybody to march!’<br />
Kid Sister<br />
Yossarian marched backward with his gun on his hip and refused to fly any more<br />
missions. He marched backward because he was continously spinning around as he<br />
walked to make certain no one was sneaking up on him from behind. Every sound to his<br />
rear was a warning, every person he passed a potential assassin. He kept his hand on<br />
his gun butt constantly and smiled at no one but Hungry Joe. He told Captain Piltchard<br />
and Captain Wren that he was through flying. Captain Piltchard and Captain Wren left<br />
his name off the flight schedule for the next mission and reported the matter to Group<br />
Headquarters.<br />
Colonel Korn laughed cahnly. ‘What the devil do you mean, he won’t fly more<br />
missions?’ he asked with a smile, as Colonel Cathcart crept away into a corner to brood<br />
about the sinister import of the name Yossarian popping up to plague him once again.<br />
‘Why won’t he?’<br />
‘His friend Nately was killed in the crash over Spezia. Maybe that’s why.’<br />
‘Who does he think he is—Achilles?’ Colonel Korn was pleased with the simile and<br />
filed a mental reminder to repeat it the next time he found himself in General Peckem’s<br />
presence. ‘He has to fly more missions. He has no choice. Go back and tell him you’ll<br />
report the matter to us if he doesn’t change his mind.’<br />
‘We already did tell him that, sir. It made no difference.’<br />
‘What does Major Major say?’<br />
‘We never see Major Major. He seems to have disappeared.’<br />
‘I wish we could disappear him!’ Colonel Cathcart blurted out from the corner<br />
peevishly. ‘The way they did that fellow Dunbar.’<br />
‘Oh, there are plenty of other ways we can handle this one,’ Colonel Korn assured him<br />
confidently, and continued to Piltchard and Wren, ‘Let’s begin with the kindest. Send him<br />
to Rome for a rest for a few days. Maybe this fellow’s death really did hurt him a bit.’<br />
Nately’s death, in fact, almost killed Yossarian too, for when he broke the news to<br />
Nately’s whore in Rome she uttered a piercing, heartbroken shriek and tried to stab him<br />
to death with a potato peeler.<br />
‘Bruto!’ she howled at him in hysterical fury as he bent her arm up around behind her<br />
back and twisted gradually until the potato peeler dropped from her grasp. ‘Bruto! Bruto!’<br />
She lashed at him swiftly with the long-nailed fingers of her free hand and raked open<br />
his cheek. She spat in his face viciously.<br />
‘What’s the matter?’ he screamed in stinging pain and bewilderment, flinging her away<br />
from him all the way across the room to the wall. ‘What do you want from me?’ She flew<br />
back at him with both fists flailing and bloodied his mouth with a solid punch before he<br />
was able to grab her wrists and hold her still. Her hair tossed wildly. Tears were<br />
streaming in single torrents from her flashing, hate-filled eyes as she struggled against<br />
him fiercely in an irrational frenzy of maddened might, snarling and cursing savagely