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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 247<br />
Yossarian leaped out of bed with an incredulous yelp when he finally understood.<br />
‘ Sweden?’ he cried.<br />
‘Orr!’ cried the chaplain.<br />
‘Orr?’ cried Yossarian.<br />
‘Sweden!’ cried the chaplain, shaking his head up and down with gleeful rapture and<br />
prancing about uncontrollably from spot to spot in a grinning, delicious frenzy. ‘It’s a<br />
miracle, I tell you! A miracle! I believe in God again. I really do. Washed ashore in<br />
Sweden after so many weeks at sea! It’s a miracle.’<br />
‘Washed ashore, hell!’ Yossarian declared, jumping all about also and roaring in<br />
laughing exultation at the walls, the ceiling, the chaplain and Major Danby. ‘He didn’t<br />
wash ashore in Sweden. He rowed there! He rowed there, Chaplain, he rowed there.’<br />
Rowed there?’<br />
‘He planned it that way! He went to Sweden deliberately.’<br />
‘Well, I don’t care!’ the chaplain flung back with undiminished zeal. ‘It’s still a miracle, a<br />
miracle of human intelligence and human endurance. Look how much he accomplished!’<br />
The chaplain clutched his head with both hands and doubled over in laughter. ‘Can’t you<br />
just picture him?’ he exclaimed with amazement. ‘Can’t you just picture him in that<br />
yellow raft, paddling through the Straits of Gibraltar at night with that tiny little blue oar—’<br />
‘With that fishing line trailing out behind him, eating raw codfish all the way to Sweden,<br />
and serving himself tea every afternoon—’<br />
‘I can just see him!’ cried the chaplain, pausing a moment in his celebration to catch<br />
his breath. ‘It’s a miracle of human perseverance, I tell you. And that’s just what I’m<br />
going to do from now on! I’m going to persevere. Yes, I’m going to persevere.’<br />
‘He knew what he was doing every step of the way!’ Yossarian rejoiced, holding both<br />
fists aloft triumphantly as though hoping to squeeze revelations from them. He spun to a<br />
stop facing Major Danby. ‘Danby, you dope! There is hope, after all. Can’t you see?<br />
Even Clevinger might be alive somewhere in that cloud of his, hiding inside until it’s safe<br />
to come out.’<br />
‘What are you talking about?’ Major Danby asked in confusion. ‘What are you both<br />
talking about?’<br />
‘Bring me apples, Danby, and chestnuts too. Run, Danby, run. Bring me crab apples<br />
and horse chestnuts before it’s too late, and get some for yourself.’<br />
‘Horse chestnuts? Crab apples? What in the world for?’<br />
‘To pop into our cheeks, of course.’ Yossarian threw his arms up into the air in a<br />
gesture of mighty and despairing self-recrimination. ‘Oh, why didn’t I listen to him? Why<br />
wouldn’t I have some faith?’<br />
‘Have you gone crazy?’ Major Danby demanded with alarm and bewilderment.<br />
‘Yossarian, will you please tell me what you are talking about?’<br />
‘Danby, Orr planned it that way. Don’t you understand—he planned it that way from<br />
the beginning. He even practiced getting shot down. He rehearsed for it on every<br />
mission he flew. And I wouldn’t go with him! Oh, why wouldn’t I listen? He invited me<br />
along, and I wouldn’t go with him! Danby, bring me buck teeth too, and a valve to fix and<br />
a look of stupid innocence that nobody would ever suspect of any cleverness. I’ll need<br />
them all. Oh, why wouldn’t I listen to him. Now I understand what he was trying to tell<br />
me. I even understand why that girl was hitting him on the head with her shoe.’<br />
‘Why?’ inquired the chaplain sharply.<br />
Yossarian whirled and seized the chaplain by the shirt front in an importuning grip.<br />
‘Chaplain, help me! Please help me. Get my clothes. And hurry, will you? I need them<br />
right away.’ The chaplain started away alertly. ‘Yes, Yossarian, I will. But where are<br />
they? How will I get them?’<br />
‘<strong>By</strong> bullying and browbeating anybody who tries to stop you. Chaplain, get me my<br />
uniform! It’s around this hospital somewhere. For once in your life, succeed at<br />
something.’ The chaplain straightened his shoulders with determination and tightened<br />
his jaw. ‘Don’t worry, Yossarian. I’ll get your uniform. But why was that girl hitting Orr<br />
over the head with her shoe? Please tell me.’