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"
Me
?
"
"
You
pompous
,
rotund
,
neighborly
,
vacuous
,
complacent
.
.
.
"
Aarfy
was
unperturbed
.
Calmly
he
struck
a
wooden
match
and
sucked
noisily
at
his
pipe
with
an
eloquent
air
of
benign
and
magnanimous
forgiveness
.
He
smiled
sociably
and
opened
his
mouth
to
speak
.
Yossarian
put
his
hand
over
Aarfy
’
s
mouth
and
pushed
him
away
wearily
.
He
shut
his
eyes
and
pretended
to
sleep
all
the
way
back
to
the
field
so
that
he
would
not
have
to
listen
to
Aarfy
or
see
him
.
At
the
briefing
room
Yossarian
made
his
intelligence
report
to
Captain
Black
and
then
waited
in
muttering
suspense
with
all
the
others
until
Orr
chugged
into
sight
overhead
finally
with
his
one
good
engine
still
keeping
him
aloft
gamely
.
Nobody
breathed
.
Orr
’
s
landing
gear
would
not
come
down
Yossarian
hung
around
only
until
Orr
had
crash
-
landed
safely
,
and
then
stole
the
first
jeep
he
could
find
with
a
key
in
the
ignition
and
raced
back
to
his
tent
to
begin
packing
feverishly
for
the
emergency
rest
leave
he
had
decided
to
take
in
Rome
,
where
he
found
Luciana
and
her
invisible
scar
that
same
night
.
He
found
Luciana
sitting
alone
at
a
table
in
the
Allied
officers
"
night
club
,
where
the
drunken
Anzac
major
who
had
brought
her
there
had
been
stupid
enough
to
desert
her
for
the
ribald
company
of
some
singing
comrades
at
the
bar
.
"
All
right
,
I
’
ll
dance
with
you
,
"
she
said
,
before
Yossarian
could
even
speak
.
"
But
I
won
’
t
let
you
sleep
with
me
.
"
"
Who
asked
you
?
"
Yossarian
asked
her
.
"
You
don
’
t
want
to
sleep
with
me
?
"
she
exclaimed
with
surprise
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
dance
with
you
.
"
She
seized
Yossarian
’
s
hand
and
pulled
him
out
on
the
dance
floor
.
She
was
a
worse
dancer
than
even
he
was
,
but
she
threw
herself
about
to
the
synthetic
jitterbug
music
with
more
uninhibited
pleasure
than
he
had
ever
observed
until
he
felt
his
legs
falling
asleep
with
boredom
and
yanked
her
off
the
dance
floor
toward
the
table
at
which
the
girl
he
should
have
been
screwing
was
still
sitting
tipsily
with
one
hand
around
Aarfy
’
s
neck
,
her
orange
satin
blouse
still
hanging
open
slovenly
below
her
full
white
lacy
brassière
as
she
made
dirty
sex
talk
ostentatiously
with
Huple
,
Orr
,
Kid
Sampson
and
Hungry
Joe
.
Just
as
he
reached
them
,
Luciana
gave
him
a
forceful
,
unexpected
shove
that
carried
them
both
well
beyond
the
table
,
so
that
they
were
still
alone
.
She
was
a
tall
,
earthy
,
exuberant
girl
with
long
hair
and
a
pretty
face
,
a
buxom
,
delightful
,
flirtatious
girl
.
