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Story: Closing Time (Catch-22 2)
"You didn't escape there? In a little yellow raft?"
"That happens only in the movies. What's your name?"
"Joseph Kaye. I told you before. Why are you asking?"
"I have trouble with names now. Why are you asking?"
"Because somebody has been telling lies about me."
"Maybe that's why we're still on line," said Schweik.
"Why don't you go back to Czechoslovakia?"
"Why should I," said Schweik, "when I can go to America? Why don't you go to Czechoslovakia?"
"What will you do in America?"
"Raise dogs. Anything easy. People live forever in America, don't they?"
"Not really," said Yossarian.
"Will I like it in America?"
"If you make money and think you're well-off."
"Are the people friendly?"
"If you make money and they think you're well-off."
"Where the fuck is that boat?" griped Kaye. "We can't wait here forever."
"Yes, you can," said Schweik. "It's coming!" cried Kaye.
They heard the rattling noise of outdated wheels on outdated iron rails, and then a chain of roller-coaster carriages painted red and pale gold rode into view at the decelerating end of the ride on the L. A. Thompson Scenic Railway. But instead of stopping as expected, these cars continued onward past them to start around all over again, and, while Kaye shook in frustration, Yossarian stared at the riders. Again he recognized Abraham Lincoln in front. He saw La Guardia and FDR, his mother and his father, his uncles and his aunts, and his brother too. And he saw each of them double, the Angel of Death double and the gunner Snowden too, and he was seeing them twice.
He whirled around, staggering, and hastened back, escaping, and searched in baffled terror for help from the soldier Schroeder who now claimed to be a hundred and seven years old, but found only McBride, both of him, near Bob and Raul, who combined made four. McBride thought Yossarian looked funny and was walking with a falter and a list, a seesawing hand held out for stability.
"Yeah, I do feel funny," Yossarian admitted. "Let me hold your arm."
"How many fingers do you see?"
"Two."
"Now?"
"Ten."
"Now?"
"Twenty."
"You're seeing double."
"I'm beginning to see everything twice again."
"You want some help?"
"Yes."
"That happens only in the movies. What's your name?"
"Joseph Kaye. I told you before. Why are you asking?"
"I have trouble with names now. Why are you asking?"
"Because somebody has been telling lies about me."
"Maybe that's why we're still on line," said Schweik.
"Why don't you go back to Czechoslovakia?"
"Why should I," said Schweik, "when I can go to America? Why don't you go to Czechoslovakia?"
"What will you do in America?"
"Raise dogs. Anything easy. People live forever in America, don't they?"
"Not really," said Yossarian.
"Will I like it in America?"
"If you make money and think you're well-off."
"Are the people friendly?"
"If you make money and they think you're well-off."
"Where the fuck is that boat?" griped Kaye. "We can't wait here forever."
"Yes, you can," said Schweik. "It's coming!" cried Kaye.
They heard the rattling noise of outdated wheels on outdated iron rails, and then a chain of roller-coaster carriages painted red and pale gold rode into view at the decelerating end of the ride on the L. A. Thompson Scenic Railway. But instead of stopping as expected, these cars continued onward past them to start around all over again, and, while Kaye shook in frustration, Yossarian stared at the riders. Again he recognized Abraham Lincoln in front. He saw La Guardia and FDR, his mother and his father, his uncles and his aunts, and his brother too. And he saw each of them double, the Angel of Death double and the gunner Snowden too, and he was seeing them twice.
He whirled around, staggering, and hastened back, escaping, and searched in baffled terror for help from the soldier Schroeder who now claimed to be a hundred and seven years old, but found only McBride, both of him, near Bob and Raul, who combined made four. McBride thought Yossarian looked funny and was walking with a falter and a list, a seesawing hand held out for stability.
"Yeah, I do feel funny," Yossarian admitted. "Let me hold your arm."
"How many fingers do you see?"
"Two."
"Now?"
"Ten."
"Now?"
"Twenty."
"You're seeing double."
"I'm beginning to see everything twice again."
"You want some help?"
"Yes."
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