And I’ll stay here and persevere.
Yes. I’ll persevere.
I’ll nag and badger Colonel Cathcart and Colonel Korn every time I see them. I’m not afraid.
I’ll even pick on General Dreedle.’
‘General Dreedle’s out,’ Yossarian reminded, pulling on his trousers and hastily stuffing the tails of his shirt inside.
‘It’s General Peckem now.’
The chaplain’s babbling confidence did not falter for an instant. ‘Then I’ll pick on General Peckem, and even on General Scheisskopf.
And do you know what else I’m going to do?
I’m going to punch Captain Black in the nose the very next time I see him.
Yes, I’m going to punch him in the nose.
I’ll do it when lots of people are around so that he may not have a chance to hit me back.’
‘Have you both gone crazy?’ Major Danby protested, his bulging eyes straining in their sockets with tortured awe and exasperation. ‘Have you both taken leave of your senses?
Yossarian, listen—’
‘It’s a miracle, I tell you,’ the chaplain proclaimed, seizing Major Danby about the waist and dancing him around with his elbows extended for a waltz.
‘A real miracle.
If Orr could row to Sweden, then I can triumph over Colonel Cathcart and Colonel Korn, if only I persevere.’
‘Chaplain, will you please shut up?’ Major Danby entreated politely, pulling free and patting his perspiring brow with a fluttering motion.
He bent toward Yossarian, who was reaching for his shoes.
‘What about Colonel—’
‘I couldn’t care less.’
‘But this may actua—’
‘To hell with them both!’
‘This may actually help them,’ Major Danby persisted stubbornly.
‘Have you thought of that?’
‘Let the bastards thrive, for all I care, since I can’t do a thing to stop them but embarrass them by running away.
I’ve got responsibilities of my own now, Danby.
I’ve got to get to Sweden.’
‘You’ll never make it.
It’s impossible.
It’s almost a geographical impossibility to get there from here.’
‘Hell, Danby, I know that.
But at least I’ll be trying.
There’s a young kid in Rome whose life I’d like to save if I can find her.
I’ll take her to Sweden with me if I can find her, so it isn’t all selfish, is it?’
‘It’s absolutely insane.
Your conscience will never let you rest.’
‘God bless it.’ Yossarian laughed.
‘I wouldn’t want to live without strong misgivings. Right, Chaplain?’
‘I’m going to punch Captain Black right in the nose the next time I see him,’ gloried the chaplain, throwing two left jabs in the air and then a clumsy haymaker.
‘Just like that.’
‘What about the disgrace?’ demanded Major Danby.
‘What disgrace?
I’m more in disgrace now.’
Yossarian tied a hard knot in the second shoelace and sprang to his feet.
‘Well, Danby, I’m ready.
What do you say?
Will you keep your mouth shut and let me catch a ride?’
Major Danby regarded Yossarian in silence, with a strange, sad smile.
He had stopped sweating and seemed absolutely calm.
‘What would you do if I did try to stop you?’ he asked with rueful mockery.