Getting back to Nixon's treasonous handling of Viet Fucking Nam...
You Trumpers can have your kids read it to you.
In a long, moving passage, Heller describes Yossarian's search through the city. He finds the horrors of man's inhumanity at every turn:
Nothing warped seemed bizarre any more in his strange, distorted surroundings. The tops of the sheer buildings slanted in weird, surrealistic perspective, and the street seemed tilted. . . . What a lousy earth! He wondered how many people were destitute that same night, . . . how many homes were shanties, . . . how many children were bullied, abused or abandoned."
A nursing mother holds an infant in tattered rags. An emaciated, barefoot boy struggles against the cold. A woman is being raped. A man is beating his dog. Another man beats a boy just as brutally. Nowhere does the Captain feel that he can effectively intervene. His spirit is sick. Yossarian hurries back to the officers' apartment where he finds a crowd surrounding a dead body on the pavement. It is Michaela, the officers' shy, unassuming maid. Aarfy has raped her, held her prisoner in a clothes closet for two hours, then tossed her out a window. When Yossarian confronts him, Aarfy is certain that he has done nothing much wrong:
"I only raped her once," he explained.
Yossarian was aghast. "But you killed her, Aarfy! You killed her!"
"Oh, I had to do that after I raped her," Aarfy replied in his most condescending manner. "I couldn't very well let her go around saying bad things about us, could I?"
When Yossarian asks why Aarfy didn't just leave the quiet girl alone and get himself a prostitute, Aarfy smugly responds, "Oh, no, not me. I never paid for it in my life."
When the police arrive, Aarfy is sure they are not there to arrest him: "Not good old Aarfy." He is right. They arrest Yossarian for being in Rome without official leave. The next morning, he is flown back to Pianosa and delivered to Colonel Cathcart's office where Colonel Korn greets him with a surprise: "We're sending you home." There is, of course, a catch.