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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 37<br />
his teeth. His rubbery cheeks shook with gusts of anguish. His problem was a squadron<br />
of aviation cadets with low morale who marched atrociously in the parade competition<br />
that took place every Sunday afternoon. Their morale was low because they did not<br />
want to march in parades every Sunday afternoon and because Lieutenant Scheisskopf<br />
had appointed cadet officers from their ranks instead of permitting them to elect their<br />
own.<br />
‘I want someone to tell me,’ Lieutenant Scheisskopf beseeched them all prayerfully. ‘If<br />
any of it is my fault, I want to be told.’<br />
‘He wants someone to tell him,’ Clevinger said.<br />
‘He wants everyone to keep still, idiot,’ Yossarian answered.<br />
‘Didn’t you hear him?’ Clevinger argued.<br />
‘I heard him,’ Yossarian replied. ‘I heard him say very loudly and very distinctly that he<br />
wants every one of us to keep our mouths shut if we know what’s good for us.’<br />
‘I won’t punish you,’ Lieutenant Scheisskopf swore.<br />
‘He says he won’t punish me,’ said Clevinger.<br />
‘He’ll castrate you,’ said Yossarian.<br />
‘I swear I won’t punish you,’ said Lieutenant Scheisskopf. ‘I’ll be grateful to the man<br />
who tells me the truth.’<br />
‘He’ll hate you,’ said Yossarian. ‘To his dying day he’ll hate you.’ Lieutenant<br />
Scheisskopf was an R.O.T.C. graduate who was rather glad that war had broken out,<br />
since it gave him an opportunity to wear an officer’s uniform every day and say ‘Men’ in<br />
a clipped, military voice to the bunches of kids who fell into his clutches every eight<br />
weeks on their way to the butcher’s block. He was an ambitious and humorless<br />
Lieutenant Scheisskopf, who confronted his responsibilities soberly and smiled only<br />
when some rival officer at the Santa Ana Army Air Force Base came down with a<br />
lingering disease. He had poor eyesight and chronic sinus trouble, which made war<br />
especially exciting for him, since he was in no danger of going overseas. The best thing<br />
about him was his wife and the best thing about his wife was a girl friend named Dori<br />
Duz who did whenever she could and had a Wac uniform that Lieutenant Scheisskopf’s<br />
wife put on every weekend and took off every weekend for every cadet in her husband’s<br />
squadron who wanted to creep into her.<br />
Dori Duz was a lively little tart of copper-green and gold who loved doing it best in<br />
toolsheds, phone booths, field houses and bus kiosks. There was little she hadn’t tried<br />
and less she wouldn’t. She was shameless, slim, nineteen and aggressive. She<br />
destroyed egos by the score and made men hate themselves in the morning for the way<br />
she found them, used them and tossed them aside. Yossarian loved her. She was a<br />
marvelous piece of ass who found him only fair. He loved the feel of springy muscle<br />
beneath her skin everywhere he touched her the only time she’d let him. Yossarian<br />
loved Dori Duz so much that he couldn’t help flinging himself down passionately on top<br />
of Lieutenant Scheisskopf’s wife every week to revenge himself upon Lieutenant<br />
Scheisskopf for the way Lieutenant Scheisskopf was revenging himself upon Clevinger.<br />
Lieutenant Scheisskopf’s wife was revenging herself upon Lieutenant Scheisskopf for<br />
some unforgettable crime of his she couldn’t recall. She was a plump, pink, sluggish girl<br />
who read good books and kept urging Yossarian not to be so bourgeois without the r.<br />
She was never without a good book close by, not even when she was lying in bed with<br />
nothing on her but Yossarian and Dori Duz’s dog tags. She bored Yossarian, but he was<br />
in love with her, too. She was a crazy mathematics major from the Wharton School of<br />
Business who could not count to twenty-eight each month without getting into trouble.<br />
‘Darling, we’re going to have a baby again,’ she would say to Yossarian every month.<br />
‘You’re out of your goddam head,’ he would reply.<br />
‘I mean it, baby,’ she insisted.<br />
‘So do I.’<br />
‘Darling, we’re going to have a baby again,’ she would say to her husband.<br />
‘I haven’t the time,’ Lieutenant Scheisskopf would grumble petulantly. ‘Don’t you know<br />
there’s a parade going on?’ Lieutenant Scheisskopf cared very deeply about winning