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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 239<br />
shameful, scandalous deal, isn’t it?’<br />
‘Odious,’ Yossarian answered, staring up woodenly at the ceiling with just the back of<br />
his head resting on the pillow. ‘I think "odious" is the word we decided on.’<br />
‘Then how could you agree to it?’<br />
‘It’s that or a court-martial, Chaplain.’<br />
‘Oh,’ the chaplain exclaimed with a look of stark remorse, the back of his hand<br />
covering his mouth. He lowered himself into his chair uneasily. ‘I shouldn’t have said<br />
anything.’<br />
‘They’d lock me in prison with a bunch of criminals.’<br />
‘Of course. You must do whatever you think is right, then.’ The chaplain nodded to<br />
himself as though deciding the argument and lapsed into embarrassed silence.<br />
‘Don’t worry,’ Yossarian said with a sorrowful laugh after several moments had<br />
passed. ‘I’m not going to do it.’<br />
‘But you must do it,’ the chaplain insisted, bending forward with concern. ‘Really, you<br />
must. I had no right to influence you. I really had no right to say anything.’<br />
‘You didn’t influence me.’ Yossarian hauled himself over onto his side and shook his<br />
head in solemn mockery. ‘Christ, Chaplain! Can you imagine that for a sin? Saving<br />
Colonel Cathcart’s life! That’s one crime I don’t want on my record.’ The chaplain<br />
returned to the subject with caution. ‘What will you do instead? You can’t let them put<br />
you in prison.’<br />
‘I’ll fly more missions. Or maybe I really will desert and let them catch me. They<br />
probably would.’<br />
‘And they’d put you in prison. You don’t want to go to prison.’<br />
‘Then I’ll just keep flying missions until the war ends, I guess. Some of us have to<br />
survive.’<br />
‘But you might get killed.’<br />
‘Then I guess I won’t fly any more missions.’<br />
‘What will you do?’<br />
‘I don’t know.’<br />
‘Will you let them send you home?’<br />
‘I don’t know. Is it hot out? It’s very warm in here.’<br />
‘It’s very cold out,’ the chaplain said.<br />
‘You know,’ Yossarian remembered, ‘a very funny thing happened—maybe I dreamed<br />
it. I think a strange man came in here before and told me he’s got my pal. I wonder if I<br />
imagined it.’<br />
‘I don’t think you did,’ the chaplain informed him. ‘You started to tell me about him<br />
when I dropped in earlier.’<br />
‘Then he really did say it. "We’ve got your pal, buddy," he said. "We’ve got your pal."<br />
He had the most malignant manner I ever saw. I wonder who my pal is.’<br />
‘I like to think that I’m your pal, Yossarian,’ the chaplain said with humble sincerity.<br />
‘And they certainly have got me. They’ve got my number and they’ve got me under<br />
surveillance, and they’ve got me right where they want me. That’s what they told me at<br />
my interrogation.’<br />
‘No, I don’t think it’s you he meant,’ Yossarian decided. ‘I think it must be someone like<br />
Nately or Dunbar. You know, someone who was killed in the war, like Clevinger, Orr,<br />
Dobbs, Kid Sampson or McWatt.’ Yossarian emitted a startled gasp and shook his head.<br />
‘I just realized it,’ he exclaimed. ‘They’ve got all my pals, haven’t they? The only ones<br />
left are me and Hungry Joe.’ He tingled with dread as he saw the chaplain’s face go<br />
pale. ‘Chaplain, what is it?’<br />
‘Hungry Joe was killed.’<br />
‘God, no! On a mission?’<br />
‘He died in his sleep while having a dream. They found a cat on his face.’<br />
‘Poor bastard,’ Yossarian said, and began to cry, hiding his tears in the crook of his<br />
shoulder. The chaplain left without saying goodbye. Yossarian ate something and went<br />
to sleep. A hand shook him awake in the middle of the night. He opened his eyes and