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Friday, November 12, 2004

The Texan...


...Then there was the educated Texan from Texas who looked like someone in Technicolor and felt, patriotically, that people of means- decent folk- should be given more votes than drifters, whores, criminals, degenerates, atheists, and indecent folk- people without means.

Yossarian was unspringing rhythms in the letters the day they brought the Texan in. It was another quiet, hot, untroubled day. The heat pressed heavily on the roof, stifling sound. Dunbar was lying motionless on his back again with his eyes staring up at the ceiling like a doll's. He was working hard at cultivating boredom. Dunbar was working so hard at increasing his life span that Yossarian thought he was dead. They put the Texan in a bed in the middle of the ward, and it wasn't long before he donated his views.

Dunbar sat up like a shot. 'That's it,' he cried excitedly. 'There was something missing- all the time I knew there was something missing- and now I know what it is.' He banged his fist down into his palm. 'No patriotism,' he declared.

'You're right,' Yossarian shouted back. 'You're right, you're right, you're right. The hot dog, the Brooklyn Dodgers. Mom's apple pie. That's what everyone's fighting for. But who's fighting for the decent folk? Who's fighting for more votes for the decent folk? There's no patriotism, that's what it is. And no matriotism, either.'

...

The Texan turned out to be good-natured, generous and likable. In three days no one could stand him.

He sent shudders of annoyance scampering up ticklish spines, and everybody fled from him- everybody but the soldier in white, who had no choice.

...

In less than ten days the Texan cleared the ward. The artillery captain broke first, and after that the exodus started. Dunbar, Yossarian and the fighter captain all bolted the same morning. Dunbar stopped having dizzy spells, and the fighter captain blew his nose. Yossarian told the doctors that the pain in his liver had gone away. It was as easy as that. Even the warrant officer fled. In less than ten days, the Texan drove everybody in the ward back to duty- everybody but the C.I.D. man, who had caught cold from the fighter captain and come down with pneumonia.

In a way the C.I.D. man was pretty lucky, because outside the hospital the war was still going on. Men went mad and were rewarded with medals. All over the world, boys on every side of the bomb line were laying down their lives for what they had been told was their country, and no one seemed to mind, least of all the boys who were laying down their young lives. There was no end in sight. The only end in sight was Yossarian's own, and he might have remained in the hospital until doomsday had it not been for that patriotic Texan with his infundibuliform jowls and his lumpy, rumpleheaded, indestructible smile cracked forever across the front of his face like the brim of a black ten-gallon hat. The Texan wanted everybody in the ward to be happy but Yossarian and Dunbar. He was really very sick.


Once more, I'd like to offer my thanks to Joseph Heller for his outstanding writing. The above is excerpted from the first two chapters of Catch-22 which has as much to say about modern politics and anything else I've seen. Seriously, if you don't already own a copy of this excellent book, go buy it. My hardback copy is one of the best investments I ever made.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Saw you on sorryeverybody.com! Thought I'd say "Hi", I'm there too, page 21. :) Take care,
~nessachan.livejournal.com

Friday, November 12, 2004 11:40:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey, saw you on sorryeverybody.com. I'm on page 229! this movement is amazing and shows me that not all of these voters are unwise with their votes.

-Esmie

livejournal.com/~rockonlittleone

Friday, November 12, 2004 2:55:00 PM  

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