His eyes fell on the groups of other officers gazing at him in mute appeal, and, with righteous belligerence, he roared: ’Give everybody eat!’
He had still not returned by the time Yossarian jumped back outside Major Major’s office and wondered whom to appeal to next for help.
Milo was appealing to Yossarian from the bottom of his soul.
Captain Yossarian had flown fifty-one missions, and he appealed to Major Major to ground him so that he wouldn’t have to fly four more.
It was still more frustrating to try to appeal directly to Major Major, the long and bony squadron commander, who looked a little bit like Henry Fonda in distress and went jumping out the window of his office each time Yossarian bullied his way past Sergeant Towser to speak to him about it.
Mrs. Daneeka was stunned by the depth of emotion in the almost illegible appeal.
’Guilty of what?’ implored the chaplain, feeling more and more bewildered and not knowing which of the men to appeal to for mercy.
All the next evening, people kept popping up at him out of the darkness to ask him how he was doing, appealing to him for confidential information with weary, troubled faces on the basis of some morbid and clandestine kinship he had not guessed existed.
His glory was at a peak, and Colonel Cathcart, who knew and admired his war record, was astonished by the deferential humility with which Milo presented himself at Group Headquarters and made his fantastic appeal for more hazardous assignments.