Catch-22

by Joseph Heller

urbanely

petulantly.

countermanded

vapid

callipygous

incensed

slovenly

disse...

ebbing

Not even the chaplain could bring Doc Daneeka back to life under the circumstances. Alarm changed to resignation, and more and more Doc Daneeka acquired the look of an ailing rodent.

Even Captain Flume recoiled when Doc Daneeka sought him out in the woods for help.

moldering

stunted

gusty

immutable

quilted,

They were frisky, eager and exuberant, and they had all been friends in the States. They were plainly unthinkable. They were noisy, overconfident, empty-headed kids of twenty-one. They had gone to college and were engaged to pretty, clean girls whose pictures were already standing on the rough cement mantelpiece of Orr’s fireplace. They had ridden in speedboats and played tennis. They had been horseback riding. One had once been to bed with an older woman.

obtuse;

equine

boisterous,

They were the most depressing group of people Yossarian had ever been with. They were always in high spirits. They laughed at everything.

jocularly

asinine

puerile,

congenial,

antics,

thrash

blanched

haughty

flounced

“Madonn’!” cried his girl in exasperation, and stamped out of the room. “Madonn’!” cried her kid sister, and stamped out behind her.

He turned with confidence to the experienced old man. “Am I right?” “You’re wrong,” answered the old man. “Prostitution gives her an opportunity to meet people. It provides fresh air and wholesome exercise, and it keeps her out of trouble.”

transmogrified

deliberative

saturnalia

obstreperously

motor pool,

dejectedly.

Jeering laughter came to him again, from a distance. A twig snapped nearby. Yossarian dropped to his knees with a cold thrill of elation and aimed. He heard a stealthy rustle of leaves on the other side of the sandbags and fired two quick rounds. Someone fired back at him once, and he recognized the shot. “Dunbar?” he called. “Yossarian?”

wheezing

trumped-up

irate

maroon

The chaplain had entered the hospital with a pain in his heart that the doctors thought was gas in his stomach and with an advanced case of Wisconsin shingles. “What in the world are Wisconsin shingles?” asked Yossarian. “That’s just what the doctors wanted to know!”

waggish,

The chaplain had sinned, and it was good. Common sense told him that telling lies and defecting from duty were sins. On the other hand, everyone knew that sin was evil and that no good could come from evil. But he did feel good; he felt positively marvelous. Consequently, it followed logically that telling lies and defecting from duty could not be sins.

slander

abstinence,

effervescent

gamut