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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 34<br />
happen to know why he was busted to private and is only a corporal now?’<br />
‘Yes,’ said Yossarian. ‘He poisoned the squadron.’ Milo went pale again. ‘He did<br />
what?’<br />
‘He mashed hundreds of cakes of GI soap into the sweet potatoes just to show that<br />
people have the taste of Philistines and don’t know the difference between good and<br />
bad. Every man in the squadron was sick. Missions were canceled.’<br />
‘Well!’ Milo exclaimed, with thin-upped disapproval. ‘He certainly found out how wrong<br />
he was, didn’t he?’<br />
‘On the contrary,’ Yossarian corrected. ‘He found out how right he was. We packed it<br />
away by the plateful and clamored for more. We all knew we were sick, but we had no<br />
idea we’d been poisoned.’ Milo sniffed in consternation twice, like a shaggy brown hare.<br />
‘In that case, I certainly do want to get him over to the administrative side. I don’t want<br />
anything like that happening while I’m in charge. You see,’ he confided earnestly, ‘what I<br />
hope to do is give the men in this squadron the best meals in the whole world. That’s<br />
really something to shoot at, isn’t it? If a mess officer aims at anything less, it seems to<br />
me, he has no right being mess officer. Don’t you agree?’ Yossarian turned slowly to<br />
gaze at Milo with probing distrust. He saw a simple, sincere face that was incapable of<br />
subtlety or guile, an honest, frank face with disunited large eyes, rusty hair, black<br />
eyebrows and an unfortunate reddish-brown mustache. Milo had a long, thin nose with<br />
sniffing, damp nostrils heading sharply off to the right, always pointing away from where<br />
the rest of him was looking. It was the face of a man of hardened integrity who could no<br />
more consciously violate the moral principles on which his virtue rested than he could<br />
transform himself into a despicable toad. One of these moral principles was that it was<br />
never a sin to charge as much as the traffic would bear. He was capable of mighty<br />
paroxysms of righteous indignation, and he was indignant as could be when he learned<br />
that a C.I.D. man was in the area looking for him.<br />
‘He’s not looking for you,’ Yossarian said, trying to placate him. ‘He’s looking for<br />
someone up in the hospital who’s been signing Washington Irving’s name to the letters<br />
he’s been censoring.’<br />
‘I never signed Washington Irving’s name to any letters,’ Milo declared.<br />
‘Of course not.’<br />
‘But that’s just a trick to get me to confess I’ve been making money in the black<br />
market.’ Milo hauled violently at a disheveled hunk of his off-colored mustache. ‘I don’t<br />
like guys like that. Always snooping around people like us. Why doesn’t the government<br />
get after ex-P.F.C. Wintergreen, if it wants to do some good? He’s got no respect for<br />
rules and regulations and keeps cutting prices on me.’ Milo ’s mustache was unfortunate<br />
because the separated halves never matched. They were like Milo ’s disunited eyes,<br />
which never looked at the same thing at the same time. Milo could see more things than<br />
most people, but he could see none of them too distinctly. In contrast to his reaction to<br />
news of the C.I.D. man, he learned with calm courage from Yossarian that Colonel<br />
Cathcart had raised the number of missions to fifty-five.<br />
‘We’re at war,’ he said. ‘And there’s no use complaining about the number of missions<br />
we have to fly. If the colonel says we have to fly fifty-five missions, we have to fly them.’<br />
‘Well, I don’t have to fly them,’ Yossarian vowed. ‘I’ll go see Major Major.’<br />
‘How can you? Major Major never sees anybody.’<br />
‘Then I’ll go back into the hospital.’<br />
‘You just came out of the hospital ten days ago,’ Milo reminded him reprovingly. ‘You<br />
can’t keep running into the hospital every time something happens you don’t like. No,<br />
the best thing to do is fly the missions. It’s our duty.’ Milo had rigid scruples that would<br />
not even allow him to borrow a package of pitted dates from the mess hall that day of<br />
McWatt’s stolen bedsheet, for the food at the mess hall was all still the property of the<br />
government.<br />
‘But I can borrow it from you,’ he explained to Yossarian, ‘since all this fruit is yours<br />
once you get it from me with Doctor Daneeka’s letter. You can do whatever you want to<br />
with it, even sell it at a high profit instead of giving it away free. Wouldn’t you want to do