What is this enigmatic assurance of
yossarian's? That even those who don't know him will be able to find him, for sure, in
Central Park, of all places? I'd envisioned a
CowboyNeal-style
penguin hat, standing out above the crowd, drawing eyes. But it was a sign instead.
I'M LOOKING FOR
A FEW GOOD
[NODERS]!
I was late: plans had shifted back and forth for a while, and then i'd taken the 2 instead of the B, or maybe the other way around.. B, 2, what's the difference? letters/numbers, blocks?
I found my way, hoping i'd see them first and be able to sneak up
BOOM!
but instead, they saw me coming down the stairs, and yoss waved, and they watched me as i made my way across the
interminable space inbetween: the space of sudden
embodiment. Who was whom? Wha hey? Stop watching me!