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"
All
right
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
will
let
you
buy
me
dinner
.
But
I
won
’
t
let
you
sleep
with
me
.
"
"
Who
asked
you
?
"
Yossarian
asked
with
surprise
.
"
You
don
’
t
want
to
sleep
with
me
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
buy
you
dinner
.
"
She
pulled
him
out
of
the
night
club
into
the
street
and
down
a
flight
of
steps
into
a
black
-
market
restaurant
filled
with
lively
,
chirping
,
attractive
girls
who
all
seemed
to
know
each
other
and
with
the
self
-
conscious
military
officers
from
different
countries
who
had
come
there
with
them
.
The
food
was
elegant
and
expensive
,
and
the
aisles
were
overflowing
with
great
streams
of
flushed
and
merry
proprietors
,
all
stout
and
balding
.
The
bustling
interior
radiated
with
enormous
,
engulfing
waves
of
fun
and
warmth
.
Yossarian
got
a
tremendous
kick
out
of
the
rude
gusto
with
which
Luciana
ignored
him
completely
while
she
shoveled
away
her
whole
meal
with
both
hands
.
She
ate
like
a
horse
until
the
last
plate
was
clean
,
and
then
she
placed
her
silverware
down
with
an
air
of
conclusion
and
settled
back
lazily
in
her
chair
with
a
dreamy
and
congested
look
of
sated
gluttony
.
She
drew
a
deep
,
smiling
,
contented
breath
and
regarded
him
amorously
with
a
melting
gaze
.
"
Okay
,
Joe
,
"
she
purred
,
her
glowing
dark
eyes
drowsy
and
grateful
.
"
Now
I
will
let
you
sleep
with
me
.
"
"
My
name
is
Yossarian
.
"
"
Okay
,
Yossarian
,
"
she
answered
with
a
soft
repentant
laugh
.
"
Now
I
will
let
you
sleep
with
me
.
"
"
Who
asked
you
?
"
said
Yossarian
.
