"I still don't get it," said the Vice President once more, when the two of them were again conferring alone. By then the other nine of his senior tutors with eleven doctoral degrees had steadily lost face with him. "Please explain it again."
"I don't think I can," Noodles Cook said, grimly. He liked the position he held but was no longer sure about the work, or his employer.
"Try. Who appoints the new chief justice of the Supreme Court?"
"You do," said Noodles, gloomily.
"Right," said the Vice President, who, with the resignation of his predecessor, was technically already the President. "But I can't appoint him until I've been sworn in?"
"That's right too," said Noodles Cook, glumly.
"Who swears me in?"
"Whoever you want to."
"I want the chief justice."
"We have no chief justice," said Noodles, grouchily.
"And we will have no chief justice until I appoint one? And I can't appoint one until--"
"You've got it now, I think."
In silence, and with an expression of surly disappointment, Noodles was regretting once more that he and his third wife, Carmen, with whom he was in the throes of a bitter divorce, were no longer on speaking terms. He hankered for someone trustworthy with whom he could burlesque such conversations safely. He thought of Yossarian, who by this time, he feared, probably thought of him as a shit. Noodles was intelligent enough to understand that he himself probably would not think much of himself either if he were somebody other than himself. Noodles was honest enough to know he was dishonest and had just enough integrity left to know he had none.
"Yes, I think I have got it," said the Vice President, with a glimmer of hope. "I think I'm beginning to click again on all cylinders."
"That would not surprise me." Noodles sounded less affirmative than he meant to.
"Well, why can't we do them both together? Couldn't I be swearing him in as chief justice at the same time that he is swearing me in as President?"
"No," said Noodles.
"Why not?"
"He'll have to be confirmed by the Senate. You would have to appoint him first."
"Well, then," said the Vice President, sitting up straight with that very broad smile of nifty achievement he usually wore when at the controls of one of his video games, "couldn't the Senate be confirming him while I am appointing him at the same time that he is swearing me in?"
"No," Noodles told him firmly. "And please don't ask me why. It's not possible. Please take my word for it, sir."
"Well, I really do think that's a crying shame! It seems to me the President should have the right to be sworn into office by the chief justice of the Supreme Court."
"No one I know of would disagree."
"But I can't be, can I? Oh, no! Because we have no chief justice! How did something like this ever come about?"
"I don't know, sir." Noodles warned himself reprovingly that he must not sound sarcastic. "It could be another oversight by our Founding Fathers."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Here the Vice President leaped to his feet, as though propelled into a choleric rage by some inconceivable blasphemy. "There were no oversights, were there? Our Constitution was always perfect. Wasn't it?"
"We have twenty-seven amendments, sir."
"We do? I didn't know that."
"It's not a secret."
"How was I supposed to know? Is that what an amendment is? A change?"