"And would probably get mugged trying to learn."
"I can't even learn how to drive a car."
"You would do what I would do if I had no money."
"What's that, Dad?"
"Kill myself, son."
"You're a barrel of laughs, Dad."
"It's what I would do. It's no worse than dying. I couldn't learn to be poor either, and I'd sooner give up."
"What will happen to those drawings I did?"
"They'll be printed in brochures and taken to Washington for the next meeting on the plane. I may have to go there too. You made money on that one, that flying wing."
"Finishing something I never even wanted to start."
"If you want to live like a fish ... Michael, there are things you and I won't do for money, but there are some things we have to, or we won't have any. You've got those few more years to find out how to take care of yourself. For Christ sakes, learn how to drive! You can't live anywhere else if you can't do that."
"Where would I go?"
"To whoever you want to see."
"There's no one I want to see."
"To drive away from people you don't want to be with."
"I just know I'll kill somebody."
"Let's take that chance."
"You said that before. Is there really going to be a wedding at the bus terminal? I'd like to go."
"I'll get you an invitation."
"Make it two?" Michael moved his eyes away sheepishly. "Marlene is back in the city and needed a place for a while. She'll probably like that."
"Arlene?"
"Marlene, the one who just left. Maybe this time she'll stay. She says she doesn't think she'd mind if I have to work as a lawyer. My God, a wedding in that bus terminal. What kind of people would hold a wedding in a place like that just to get their name in the newspapers?"
"Their kind."
"And what kind of asshole came up with a crazy notion like that one?"
"My kind," said Yossarian, roaring. "It was your dad's idea."
19
MASSPOB
"And what does a flying wing look like?"
"Other flying wings," Wintergreen interposed adroitly, with Milo struck dumb by a query he had not anticipated.
"And what do other flying wings look like?"