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They
apologized
to
Aarfy
for
intruding
and
led
Yossarian
away
between
them
,
gripping
him
under
each
arm
with
fingers
as
hard
as
steel
manacles
.
They
said
nothing
at
all
to
him
on
the
way
down
.
Two
more
tall
M
.
P
.
s
with
clubs
and
hard
white
helmets
were
waiting
outside
at
a
closed
car
.
They
marched
Yossarian
into
the
back
seat
,
and
the
car
roared
away
and
weaved
through
the
rain
and
muddy
fog
to
a
police
station
.
The
M
.
P
.
s
locked
him
up
for
the
night
in
a
cell
with
four
stone
walls
.
At
dawn
they
gave
him
a
pail
for
a
latrine
and
drove
him
to
the
airport
,
where
two
more
giant
M
.
P
.
s
with
clubs
and
white
helmets
were
waiting
at
a
transport
plane
whose
engines
were
already
warming
up
when
they
arrived
,
the
cylindrical
green
cowlings
oozing
quivering
beads
of
condensation
.
None
of
the
M
.
P
.
s
said
anything
to
each
other
either
.
They
did
not
even
nod
.
Yossarian
had
never
seen
such
granite
faces
.
The
plane
flew
to
Pianosa
.
Two
more
silent
M
.
P
.
s
were
waiting
at
the
landing
strip
.
There
were
now
eight
,
and
they
filed
with
precise
,
wordless
discipline
into
two
cars
and
sped
on
humming
tires
past
the
four
squadron
areas
to
the
Group
Headquarters
building
,
where
still
two
more
M
.
P
.
s
were
waiting
at
the
parking
area
.
All
ten
tall
,
strong
,
purposeful
,
silent
men
towered
around
him
as
they
turned
toward
the
entrance
.
Their
footsteps
crunched
in
loud
unison
on
the
cindered
ground
.
He
had
an
impression
of
accelerating
haste
.
He
was
terrified
.
Every
one
of
the
ten
M
.
P
s
seemed
powerful
enough
to
bash
him
to
death
with
a
single
blow
.
They
had
only
to
press
their
massive
,
toughened
,
boulderous
shoulders
against
him
to
crush
all
life
from
his
body
.
There
was
nothing
he
could
do
to
save
himself
.
He
could
not
even
see
which
two
were
gripping
him
under
the
arms
as
they
marched
him
rapidly
between
the
two
tight
single
-
file
columns
they
had
formed
.
Their
pace
quickened
,
and
he
felt
as
though
he
were
flying
along
with
his
feet
off
the
ground
as
they
trotted
in
resolute
cadence
up
the
wide
marble
staircase
to
the
upper
landing
,
where
still
two
more
inscrutable
military
policemen
with
hard
faces
were
waiting
to
lead
them
all
at
an
even
faster
pace
down
the
long
,
cantilevered
balcony
overhanging
the
immense
lobby
.
Their
marching
footsteps
on
the
dull
tile
floor
thundered
like
an
awesome
,
quickening
drum
roll
through
the
vacant
center
of
the
building
as
they
moved
with
even
greater
speed
and
precision
toward
Colonel
Cathcart
’
s
office
,
and
violent
winds
of
panic
began
blowing
in
Yossarian
’
s
ears
when
they
turned
him
toward
his
doom
inside
the
office
,
where
Colonel
Korn
,
his
rump
spreading
comfortably
on
a
corner
of
Colonel
Cathcart
’
s
desk
,
sat
waiting
to
greet
him
with
a
genial
smile
and
said
,
"
We
’
re
sending
you
home
.
’
There
was
,
of
course
,
a
catch
.
"
Catch
-
22
?
"
inquired
Yossarian
.
"
Of
course
,
"
Colonel
Korn
answered
pleasantly
,
after
he
had
chased
the
mighty
guard
of
massive
M
.
P
.
s
out
with
an
insouciant
flick
of
his
hand
and
a
slightly
contemptuous
nod
—
most
relaxed
,
as
always
,
when
he
could
be
most
cynical
.
His
rimless
square
eyeglasses
glinted
with
sly
amusement
as
he
gazed
at
Yossarian
.
"
After
all
,
we
can
’
t
simply
send
you
home
for
refusing
to
fly
more
missions
and
keep
the
rest
of
the
men
here
,
can
we
?
That
would
hardly
be
fair
to
them
.
"
"
You
’
re
goddam
right
!
"
Colonel
Cathcart
blurted
out
,
lumbering
back
and
forth
gracelessly
like
a
winded
bull
,
puffing
and
pouting
angrily
.
"
I
’
d
like
to
tie
him
up
hand
and
foot
and
throw
him
aboard
a
plane
on
every
mission
.
That
’
s
what
I
’
d
like
to
do
.
"
Colonel
Korn
motioned
Colonel
Cathcart
to
be
silent
and
smiled
at
Yossarian
.
"
You
know
,
you
really
have
been
making
things
terribly
difficult
for
Colonel
Cathcart
,
"
he
observed
with
flip
good
humor
,
as
though
the
fact
did
not
displease
him
at
all
.
"
The
men
are
unhappy
and
morale
is
beginning
to
deteriorate
.
And
it
’
s
all
your
fault
.
"
"
It
’
s
your
fault
,
"
Yossarian
argued
,
"
for
raising
the
number
of
missions
.
"
"
No
,
it
’
s
your
fault
for
refusing
to
fly
them
,
"
Colonel
Korn
retorted
.
"
The
men
were
perfectly
content
to
fly
as
many
missions
as
we
asked
as
long
as
they
thought
they
had
no
alternative
.
Now
you
’
ve
given
them
hope
,
and
they
’
re
unhappy
.
So
the
blame
is
all
yours
.
"
"
Doesn
’
t
he
know
there
’
s
a
war
going
on
?
"
Colonel
Cathcart
,
still
stamping
back
and
forth
,
demanded
morosely
without
looking
at
Yossarian
.
