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- "In sixty days you'll be fighting Billy Petrolle," the colonel
- with the big fat moustache roared. "And you think it's a big fat joke."
- "I don't think it's a joke, sir," Clevinger replied.
- "Don't interrupt."
- "Yes, sir."
- "And say 'sir' when you do," ordered Major Metcalf.
- "Yes, sir."
- "Weren't you just ordered not to interrupt?" Major Metcalf
- inquired coldly.
- "But I didn't interrupt, sir," Clevinger protested.
- "No. And you didn't say 'sir', either. Add that to the charges
- against him," Major Metcalf directed the corporal who could take
- shorthand. "Failure to say 'sir' to superior officers when not
- interrupting them."
- "Metcalf," said the colonel, "you're a goddam fool. Do you know
- that?"
- Major Metcalf swallowed with difficulty. "Yes, sir."
- "Then keep your goddam mouth shut. You don't make sense."
- There were three members of the Action Board, the bloated colonel
- with the big fat mustache, Lieutenant Scheisskopf and Major Metcalf, who
- was trying to develop a steely gaze. As a member of the Action Board,
- Lieutenant Scheisskopf was one of the judges who would weigh the merits of
- the case against Clevinger as presented by the prosecutor. Lieutenant
- Scheisskopf was also the prosecutor. Clevinger had an officer defending
- him. The officer defending him was Lieutenant Scheisskopf.
- It was all very confusing to Clevinger, who began vibrating in
- terror as the colonel surged to his feet like a gigantic belch and
- threatened to rip his stinking, cowardly body apart limb from limb. One
- day he had stumbled while marching to class ; the next day he was formally
- charged with "breaking ranks while in formation, felonious assault,
- indiscriminate behavior, mopery, high treason, provoking, being a smart
- guy, listening to classical music and so on." In short, they threw the
- book at him, and there he was, standing in dread before the bloated
- colonel, who roared once more that in sixty days he would be fighting
- Billy Petrolle and demanded to know how the hell he would like being
- washed out and shipped to the Solomon Islands to bury bodies. Clevinger
- replied with courtesy that he would not like it ; he was a dope who would
- rather be a corpse than bury one. The colonel sat down and settled back,
- calm and cagey suddenly, and ingratiatingly polite.
- "What did you mean," he inquired slowly, "when you said we
- couldn't punish you?"
- "When, sir?"
- "I'm asking the questions. You're answering them."
- "Yes, sir. I - "
- "Did you think we brought you here to ask questions and for me to
- answer them?"
- "No, sir. I - "
- "What did we bring you here for?"
- "To answer questions."
- "You're goddam right," roared the colonel. "Now suppose you start
- answering some before I break your goddam head. Just what the hell did you
- mean, you bastard, when you said we couldn't punish you?"
- "I don't think I ever made that statement, sir."
- "Will you speak up, please? I couldn't hear you."
- "Yes, sir. I - "
- "Will you speak up, please? He couldn't hear you."
- "Yes, sir. I - "
- "Metcalf."
- "Sir?"
- "Didn't I tell you to keep your stupid mouth shut?"
- "Yes, sir."
- "Then keep your stupid mouth shut when I tell you to keep your
- stupid mouth shut. Do you understand? Will you speak up, please? I
- couldn't hear you."
- "Yes, sir. I - "
- "Metcalf, is that your foot I'm stepping on?"
- "No, sir. It must be Lieutenant Scheisskopf's foot."
- "It isn't my foot," said Lieutenant Scheisskopf.
- "Then maybe it is my foot after all," said Major Metcalf.
- "Move it."
- "Yes, sir. You'll have to move your foot first, colonel. It's on
- top of mine."
- "Are you telling me to move my foot?"
- "No, sir. Oh, no, sir."
- "Then move your foot and keep your stupid mouth shut. Will you
- speak up, please? I still couldn't hear you."
- "Yes, sir. I said that I didn't say that you couldn't punish me."
- "Just what the hell are you talking about?"
- "I'm answering your question, sir."
- "What question?"
- " Just what the hell did you mean, you bastard, when you said we
- couldn't punish you?' " said the corporal who could take shorthand,
- reading from his steno pad.
- "All right," said the colonel. "Just what the hell did you mean?"
- "I didn't say you couldn't punish me, sir."
- "When?" asked the colonel.
- "When what, sir?"
- "Now you're asking me questions again."
- "I'm sorry, sir. I'm afraid I don't understand your question."
- "When didn't you say we couldn't punish you? Don't you understand
- my question?"
- "No, sir. I don't understand."
- "You've just told us that. Now suppose you answer my question."
- "But how can I answer it?"
- "That's another question you're asking me."
- "I'm sorry, sir. But I don't know how to answer it. I never said
- you couldn't punish me."
- "Now you're telling us when you did say it. I'm asking you to tell
- us when you didn't say it."
- Clevinger took a deep breath. "I always didn't say you couldn't
- punish me, sir."
- "That's much better, Mr. Clevinger, even though it is a barefaced
- lie. Last night in the latrine. Didn't you whisper that we couldn't punish
- you to that other dirty son of a bitch we don't like? What's his name?"
- "Yossarian, sir," Lieutenant Scheisskopf said.
- "Yes, Yossarian. That's right. Yossarian. Yossarian? Is that his
- name? Yossarian? What the hell kind of a name is Yossarian?"
- Lieutenant Scheisskopf had the facts at his finger tips. "It's
- Yossarian's name, sir," he explained.
- "Yes, I suppose it is. Didn't you whisper to Yossarian that we
- couldn't punish you?"
- "Oh, no, sir. I whispered to him that you couldn't find me guilty
- -"
- "I may be stupid," interrupted the colonel, "but the distinction
- escapes me. I guess I am pretty stupid, because the distinction escapes
- me."
- "W - "
- "You're a windy son of a bitch, aren't you? Nobody asked you for
- clarification and you're giving me clarification. I was making a
- statement, not asking for clarification. You are a windy son of a bitch,
- aren't you?"
- "No, sir."
- "No, sir? Are you calling me a goddam liar?"
- "Oh, no, sir."
- "Then you're a windy son of a bitch, aren't you?"
- "No, sir."
- "Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"
- "No, sir."
- "Are you a windy son of a bitch?"
- "No, sir."
- "Goddammit, you are trying to pick a fight with me. For two
- stinking cents I'd jump over this big fat table and rip your stinking,
- cowardly body apart limb from limb."
- "Do it! Do it!" cried Major Metcalf.
- "Metcalf, you stinking son of a bitch. Didn't I tell you to keep
- your stinking, cowardly, stupid mouth shut?"
- "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
- "Then suppose you do it."
- "I was only trying to learn, sir. The only way a person can learn
- is by trying."
- "Who says so?"
- "Everybody says so, sir. Even Lieutenant Scheisskopf says so."
- "Do you say so?"
- "Yes, sir," said Lieutenant Scheisskopf. "But everybody says so."
- "Well, Metcalf, suppose you try keeping that stupid mouth of yours
- shut, and maybe that's the way you'll learn how. Now, where were we? Read
- me back the last line."
- " 'Read me back the last line,' " read back the corporal who could
- take shorthand.
- "Not my last line, stupid!" the colonel shouted. "Somebody
- else's."
- " 'Read me back the last line,' " read back the corporal.
- "That's my last line again!" shrieked the colonel, turning purple
- with anger.
- "Oh, no, sir," corrected the corporal. "That's my last line. I
- read it to you just a moment ago. Don't you remember, sir? It was only a
- moment ago."
- "Oh, my God! Read me back his last line, stupid. Say, what the
- hell's your name anyway?"
- "Popinjay, sir."
- "Well, you're next, Popinjay. As soon as his trial ends, your
- trial begins. Get it?"
- "Yes, sir. What will I be charged with?"
- "What the hell difference does that make? Did you hear what he
- asked me? You're going to learn, Popinjay - the minute we finish with
- Clevinger you're going to learn. Cadet Clevinger, what did - You are Cadet
- Clevinger, aren't you, and not Popinjay?"
- "Yes, sir."
- "Good. What did - "
- "I'm Popinjay, sir."
- "Popinjay, is your father a millionaire, or a member of the
- Senate?"
- "No, sir."
- "Then you're up shit creek, Popinjay, without a paddle. He's not a
- general or a high-ranking member of the Administration, is he?"
- "No, sir."
- "That's good. What does your father do?"
- "He's dead, sir."
- "That's very good. You really are up the creek, Popinjay. Is
- Popinjay really your name? Just what the hell kind of a name is Popinjay,
- anyway? I don't like it."
- "It's Popinjay's name, sir," Lieutenant Scheisskopf explained.
- "Well, I don't like it, Popinjay, and I just can't wait to rip
- your stinking, cowardly body apart limb from limb. Cadet Clevinger, will
- you please repeat what the hell it was you did or didn't whisper to
- Yossarian late last night in the latrine?"
- "Yes, sir. I said that you couldn't find me guilty - "
- "We'll take it from there. Precisely what did you mean, Cadet
- Clevinger, when you said we couldn't find you guilty?"
- "I didn't say you couldn't find me guilty, sir."
- "When?"
- "When what, sir?"
- "Goddammit, are you going to start pumping me again?"
- "No, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
- "Then answer the question. When didn't you say we couldn't find
- you guilty?"
- "Late last night in the latrine, sir."
- "Is that the only time you didn't say it?"
- "No, sir. I always didn't say you couldn't find me guilty, sir.
- What I did say to Yossarian was - "
- "Nobody asked you what you did say to Yossarian. We asked you what
- you didn't say to him. We're not at all interested in what you did say to
- Yossarian. Is that clear?"
- "Yes, sir."
- "Then we'll go on. What did you say to Yossarian?"
- "I said to him, sir, that you couldn't find me guilty of the
- offense with which I am charged and still be faithful to the cause of ..."
- "Of what? You're mumbling."
- "Stop mumbling."
- "Yes, sir."
- "And mumble 'sir' when you do."
- "Metcalf, you bastard!"
- "Yes, sir," mumbled Clevinger. "Of justice, sir. That you couldn't
- find - "
- "Justice?" The colonel was astounded. "What is justice?"
- "Justice, sir - "
- "That's not what justice is," the colonel jeered, and began
- pounding the table again with his big fat hand. "That's what Karl Marx is.
- I'll tell you what justice is. Justice is a knee in the gut from the floor
- on the chin at night sneaky with a knife brought up down on the magazine
- of a battleship sandbagged underhanded in the dark without a word of
- warning. Garroting. That's what justice is when we've all got to be tough
- enough and rough enough to fight Billy Petrolle. From the hip. Get it?"
- "No, sir."
- "Don't sir me!"
- "Yes, sir."
- "And say 'sir' when you don't," ordered Major Metcalf.
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