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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 81<br />
The plane was slammed again suddenly with another loud, jarring explosion that<br />
almost rocked it over on its back, and the nose filled immediately with sweet clouds of<br />
blue smoke. Something was on fire! Yossarian whirled to escape and smacked into<br />
Aarfy, who had struck a match and was placidly lighting his pipe. Yossarian gaped at his<br />
grinning, moon-faced navigator in utter shock and confusion. It occurred to him that one<br />
of them was mad.<br />
‘Jesus Christ!’ he screamed at Aarfy in tortured amazement. ‘Get the hell out of the<br />
nose! Are you crazy? Get out!’<br />
‘What?’ said Aarfy.<br />
‘Get out!’ Yossarian yelled hysterically, and began clubbing Aarfy backhanded with<br />
both fists to drive him away. ‘Get out!’<br />
‘I still can’t hear you,’ Aarfy called back innocently with an expression of mild and<br />
reproving perplexity. ‘You’ll have to talk a little louder.’<br />
‘Get out of the nose!’ Yossarian shrieked in frustration. ‘They’re trying to kill us! Don’t<br />
you understand? They’re trying to kill us!’<br />
‘Which way should I go, goddam it?’ McWatt shouted furiously over the intercom in a<br />
suffering, high-pitched voice. ‘Which way should I go?’<br />
‘Turn left! Left, you goddam dirty son of a bitch! Turn left hard!’ Aarfy crept up close<br />
behind Yossarian and jabbed him sharply in the ribs with the stem of his pipe. Yossarian<br />
flew up toward the ceiling with a whinnying cry, then jumped completely around on his<br />
knees, white as a sheet and quivering with rage. Aarfy winked encouragingly and jerked<br />
his thumb back toward McWatt with a humorous moue.<br />
‘What’s eating him?’ he asked with a laugh.<br />
Yossarian was struck with a weird sense of distortion. ‘Will you get out of here?’ he<br />
yelped beseechingly, and shoved Aarfy over with all his strength. ‘Are you deaf or<br />
something? Get back in the plane!’ And to McWatt he screamed, ‘Dive! Dive!’ Down<br />
they sank once more into the crunching, thudding, voluminous barrage of bursting<br />
antiaircraft shells as Aarfy came creeping back behind Yossarian and jabbed him<br />
sharply in the ribs again. Yossarian shied upward with another whinnying gasp.<br />
‘I still couldn’t hear you,’ Aarfy said.<br />
‘I said get out of here!’ Yossarian shouted, and broke into tears. He began punching<br />
Aarfy in the body with both hands as hard as he could. ‘Get away from me! Get away!’<br />
Punching Aarfy was like sinking his fists into a limp sack of inflated rubber. There was<br />
no resistance, no response at all from the soft, insensitive mass, and after a while<br />
Yossarian’s spirit died and his arms dropped helplessly with exhaustion. He was<br />
overcome with a humiliating feeling of impotence and was ready to weep in self-pity.<br />
‘What did you say?’ Aarfy asked.<br />
‘Get away from me,’ Yossarian answered, pleading with him now. ‘Go back in the<br />
plane.’<br />
‘I still can’t hear you.’<br />
‘Never mind,’ wailed Yossarian, ‘never mind. Just leave me alone.’<br />
‘Never mind what?’ Yossarian began hitting himself in the forehead. He seized Aarfy<br />
by the shirt front and, struggling to his feet for traction, dragged him to the rear of the<br />
nose compartment and flung him down like a bloated and unwieldy bag in the entrance<br />
of the crawlway. A shell banged open with a stupendous clout right beside his ear as he<br />
was scrambling back toward the front, and some undestroyed recess of his intelligence<br />
wondered that it did not kill them all. They were climbing again. The engines were<br />
howling again as though in pain, and the air inside the plane was acrid with the smell of<br />
machinery and fetid with the stench of gasoline. The next thing he knew, it was snowing!<br />
Thousands of tiny bits of white paper were falling like snowflakes inside the plane,<br />
milling around his head so thickly that they clung to his eyelashes when he blinked in<br />
astonishment and fluttered against his nostrils and lips each time he inhaled. When he<br />
spun around in his bewilderment, Aarfy was grinning proudly from ear to ear like<br />
something inhuman as he held up a shattered paper map for Yossarian to see. A large<br />
chunk of flak had ripped up from the floor through Aarfy’s colossal jumble of maps and