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Major
—
—
de
Coverley
was
a
splendid
,
awe
-
inspiring
,
grave
old
man
with
a
massive
leonine
head
and
an
angry
shock
of
wild
white
hair
that
raged
like
a
blizzard
around
his
stern
,
patriarchal
face
.
His
duties
as
squadron
executive
officer
did
consist
entirely
,
as
both
Doc
Daneeka
and
Major
Major
had
conjectured
,
of
pitching
horseshoes
,
kidnapping
Italian
laborers
,
and
renting
apartments
for
the
enlisted
men
and
officers
to
use
on
rest
leaves
,
and
he
excelled
at
all
three
.
Each
time
the
fall
of
a
city
like
Naples
,
Rome
or
Florence
seemed
imminent
,
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
would
pack
his
musette
bag
,
commandeer
an
airplane
and
a
pilot
,
and
have
himself
flown
away
,
accomplishing
all
this
without
uttering
a
word
,
by
the
sheer
force
of
his
solemn
,
domineering
visage
and
the
peremptory
gestures
of
his
wrinkled
finger
.
A
day
or
two
after
the
city
fell
,
he
would
be
back
with
leases
on
two
large
and
luxurious
apartments
there
,
one
for
the
officers
and
one
for
the
enlisted
men
,
both
already
staffed
with
competent
,
jolly
cooks
and
maids
.
A
few
days
after
that
,
newspapers
would
appear
throughout
the
world
with
photographs
of
the
first
American
soldiers
bludgeoning
their
way
into
the
shattered
city
through
rubble
and
smoke
.
Inevitably
,
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
was
among
them
,
seated
straight
as
a
ramrod
in
a
jeep
he
had
obtained
from
somewhere
,
glancing
neither
right
nor
left
as
the
artillery
fire
burst
about
his
invincible
head
and
lithe
young
infantrymen
with
carbines
went
loping
up
along
the
sidewalks
in
the
shelter
of
burning
buildings
or
fell
dead
in
doorways
.
He
seemed
eternally
indestructible
as
he
sat
there
surrounded
by
danger
,
his
features
molded
firmly
into
that
same
fierce
,
regal
,
just
and
forbidding
countenance
which
was
recognized
and
revered
by
every
man
in
the
squadron
.
To
German
intelligence
,
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
was
a
vexatious
enigma
;
not
one
of
the
hundreds
of
American
prisoners
would
ever
supply
any
concrete
information
about
the
elderly
white
-
haired
officer
with
the
gnarled
and
menacing
brow
and
blazing
,
powerful
eyes
who
seemed
to
spearhead
every
important
advance
so
fearlessly
and
successfully
.
To
American
authorities
his
identity
was
equally
perplexing
;
a
whole
regiment
of
crack
C
.
I
.
D
.
men
had
been
thrown
into
the
front
lines
to
find
out
who
he
was
,
while
a
battalion
of
combat
-
hardened
public
-
relations
officers
stood
on
red
alert
twenty
-
four
hours
a
day
with
orders
to
begin
publicizing
him
the
moment
he
was
located
.
In
Rome
,
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
had
outdone
himself
with
the
apartments
.
For
the
officers
,
who
arrived
in
groups
of
four
or
five
,
there
was
an
immense
double
room
for
each
in
a
new
white
stone
building
,
with
three
spacious
bathrooms
with
walls
of
shimmering
aquamarine
tile
and
one
skinny
maid
named
Michaela
who
tittered
at
everything
and
kept
the
apartment
in
spotless
order
.
On
the
landing
below
lived
the
obsequious
owners
.
On
the
landing
above
lived
the
beautiful
rich
black
-
haired
countess
and
her
beautiful
rich
black
-
haired
daughter
-
in
-
law
,
both
of
whom
would
put
out
only
for
Nately
,
who
was
too
shy
to
want
them
,
and
for
Aarfy
,
who
was
too
stuffy
to
take
them
and
tried
to
dissuade
them
from
ever
putting
out
for
anyone
but
their
husbands
,
who
had
chosen
to
remain
in
the
north
with
the
family
’
s
business
interests
.
"
They
’
re
really
a
couple
of
good
kids
,
"
Aarfy
confided
earnestly
to
Yossarian
,
whose
recurring
dream
it
was
to
have
the
nude
milk
-
white
female
bodies
of
both
these
beautiful
rich
black
-
haired
good
kids
lying
stretched
out
in
bed
erotically
with
him
at
the
same
time
.
The
enlisted
men
descended
upon
Rome
in
gangs
of
twelve
or
more
with
Gargantuan
appetites
and
heavy
crates
filled
with
canned
food
for
the
women
to
cook
and
serve
to
them
in
the
dining
room
of
their
own
apartment
on
the
sixth
floor
of
a
red
brick
building
with
a
clinking
elevator
.
There
was
always
more
activity
at
the
enlisted
men
’
s
place
.
There
were
always
more
enlisted
men
,
to
begin
with
,
and
more
women
to
cook
and
serve
and
sweep
and
scrub
,
and
then
there
were
always
the
gay
and
silly
sensual
young
girls
that
Yossarian
had
found
and
brought
there
and
those
that
the
sleepy
enlisted
men
returning
to
Pianosa
after
their
exhausting
seven
-
day
debauch
had
brought
there
on
their
own
and
were
leaving
behind
for
whoever
wanted
them
next
.
The
girls
had
shelter
and
food
for
as
long
as
they
wanted
to
stay
.
All
they
had
to
do
in
return
was
hump
any
of
the
men
who
asked
them
to
,
which
seemed
to
make
everything
just
about
perfect
for
them
.
Every
fourth
day
or
so
Hungry
Joe
came
crashing
in
like
a
man
in
torment
,
hoarse
,
wild
,
and
frenetic
,
if
he
had
been
unlucky
enough
to
finish
his
missions
again
and
was
flying
the
courier
ship
.
Most
times
he
slept
at
the
enlisted
men
’
s
apartment
.
Nobody
was
certain
how
many
rooms
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
had
rented
,
not
even
the
stout
black
-
bodiced
woman
in
corsets
on
the
first
floor
from
whom
he
had
rented
them
.
They
covered
the
whole
top
floor
,
and
Yossarian
knew
they
extended
down
to
the
fifth
floor
as
well
,
for
it
was
in
Snowden
’
s
room
on
the
fifth
floor
that
he
had
finally
found
the
maid
in
the
lime
-
colored
panties
with
a
dust
mop
the
day
after
Bologna
,
after
Hungry
Joe
had
discovered
him
in
bed
with
Luciana
at
the
officers
’
apartment
that
same
morning
and
had
gone
running
like
a
fiend
for
his
camera
.
