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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 60<br />
‘Terrible,’ Dr. Stubbs answered.<br />
‘What are you doing here?’<br />
‘Sitting.’<br />
‘I thought there was no more sick call.’<br />
‘There ain’t.’<br />
‘Then why are you sitting here?’<br />
‘Where else should I sit? At the goddam officers’ club with Colonel Cathcart and Korn?<br />
Do you know what I’m doing here?’<br />
‘Sitting.’<br />
‘In the squadron, I mean. Not in the tent. Don’t be such a goddam wise guy. Can you<br />
figure out what a doctor is doing here in the squadron?’<br />
‘They’ve got the doors to the medical tents nailed shut in the other squadrons,’ Dunbar<br />
remarked.<br />
‘If anyone sick walks through my door I’m going to ground him,’ Dr. Stubbs vowed. ‘I<br />
don’t give a damn what they say.’<br />
‘You can’t ground anyone,’ Dunbar reminded. ‘Don’t you know the orders?’<br />
‘I’ll knock him flat on his ass with an injection and really ground him.’ Dr. Stubbs<br />
laughed with sardonic amusement at the prospect. ‘They think they can order sick call<br />
out of existence. The bastards. Ooops, there it goes again.’ The rain began falling again,<br />
first in the trees, then in the mud puddles, then, faintly, like a soothing murmur, on the<br />
tent top. ‘Everything’s wet,’ Dr. Stubbs observed with revulsion. ‘Even the latrines and<br />
urinals are backing up in protest. The whole goddam world smells like a charnel house.’<br />
The silence seemed bottomless when he stopped talking. Night fell. There was a sense<br />
of vast isolation.<br />
‘Turn on the light,’ Dunbar suggested.<br />
‘There is no light. I don’t feel like starting my generator. I used to get a big kick out of<br />
saving people’s lives. Now I wonder what the hell’s the point, since they all have to die<br />
anyway.<br />
‘Oh, there’s a point, all right,’ Dunbar assured him.<br />
‘Is there? What is the point?’<br />
‘The point is to keep them from dying for as long as you can.’<br />
‘Yeah, but what’s the point, since they all have to die anyway?’<br />
‘The trick is not to think about that.’<br />
‘Never mind the trick. What the hell’s the point?’ Dunbar pondered in silence for a few<br />
moments. ‘Who the hell knows?’ Dunbar didn’t know. Bologna should have exulted<br />
Dunbar, because the minutes dawdled and the hours dragged like centuries. Instead it<br />
tortured him, because he knew he was going to be killed.<br />
‘Do you really want some more codeine?’ Dr. Stubbs asked.<br />
‘It’s for my friend Yossarian. He’s sure he’s going to be killed.’<br />
‘Yossarian? Who the hell is Yossarian? What the hell kind of a name is Yossarian,<br />
anyway? Isn’t he the one who got drunk and started that fight with Colonel Korn at the<br />
officers’ club the other night?’<br />
‘That’s right. He’s Assyrian.’<br />
‘That crazy bastard.’<br />
‘He’s not so crazy,’ Dunbar said. ‘He swears he’s not going to fly to Bologna.’<br />
‘That’s just what I mean,’ Dr. Stubbs answered. ‘That crazy bastard may be the only<br />
sane one left.’<br />
Captain Black<br />
Corporal Kolodny learned about it first in a phone call from Group and was so shaken<br />
by the news that he crossed the intelligence tent on tiptoe to Captain Black, who was<br />
resting drowsily with his bladed shins up on the desk, and relayed the information to him<br />
in a shocked whisper.<br />
Captain Black brightened immediately. ‘ Bologna?’ he exclaimed with delight. ‘Well, I’ll