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"
Si
,
si
.
Mamma
.
"
Yossarian
let
the
girl
drag
him
through
the
lovely
Roman
spring
night
for
almost
a
mile
until
they
reached
a
chaotic
bus
depot
honking
with
horns
,
blazing
with
red
and
yellow
lights
and
echoing
with
the
snarling
vituperations
of
unshaven
bus
drivers
pouring
loathsome
,
hair
-
raising
curses
out
at
each
other
,
at
their
passengers
and
at
the
strolling
,
unconcerned
knots
of
pedestrians
clogging
their
paths
,
who
ignored
them
until
they
were
bumped
by
the
buses
and
began
shouting
curses
back
.
Luciana
vanished
aboard
one
of
the
diminutive
green
vehicles
,
and
Yossarian
hurried
as
fast
as
he
could
all
the
way
back
to
the
cabaret
and
the
bleary
-
eyed
bleached
blonde
in
the
open
orange
satin
blouse
.
She
seemed
infatuated
with
Aarfy
,
but
he
prayed
intensely
for
her
luscious
aunt
as
he
ran
,
or
for
a
luscious
girl
friend
,
sister
,
cousin
,
or
mother
who
was
just
as
libidinous
and
depraved
.
She
would
have
been
perfect
for
Yossarian
,
a
debauched
,
coarse
,
vulgar
,
amoral
,
appetizing
slattern
whom
he
had
longed
for
and
idolized
for
months
.
She
was
a
real
find
.
She
paid
for
her
own
drinks
,
and
she
had
an
automobile
,
an
apartment
and
a
salmon
-
colored
cameo
ring
that
drove
Hungry
Joe
clean
out
of
his
senses
with
its
exquisitely
carved
figures
of
a
naked
boy
and
girl
on
a
rock
.
Hungry
Joe
snorted
and
pranced
and
pawed
at
the
floor
in
salivating
lust
and
groveling
need
,
but
the
girl
would
not
sell
him
the
ring
,
even
though
he
offered
her
all
the
money
in
all
their
pockets
and
his
complicated
black
camera
thrown
in
.
She
was
not
interested
in
money
or
cameras
.
She
was
interested
in
fornication
.
She
was
gone
when
Yossarian
got
there
.
They
were
all
gone
,
and
he
walked
right
out
and
moved
in
wistful
dejection
through
the
dark
,
emptying
streets
.
Yossarian
was
not
often
lonely
when
he
was
by
himself
,
but
he
was
lonely
now
in
his
keen
envy
of
Aarfy
,
who
he
knew
was
in
bed
that
very
moment
with
the
girl
who
was
just
right
for
Yossarian
,
and
who
could
also
make
out
any
time
he
wanted
to
,
if
he
ever
wanted
to
,
with
either
or
both
of
the
two
slender
,
stunning
,
aristocratic
women
who
lived
in
the
apartment
upstairs
and
fructified
Yossarian
’
s
sex
fantasies
whenever
he
had
sex
fantasies
,
the
beautiful
rich
black
-
haired
countess
with
the
red
,
wet
,
nervous
lips
and
her
beautiful
rich
black
-
haired
daughter
-
in
-
law
.
Yossarian
was
madly
in
love
with
all
of
them
as
he
made
his
way
back
to
the
officers
"
apartment
,
in
love
with
Luciana
,
with
the
prurient
intoxicated
girl
in
the
unbuttoned
satin
blouse
,
and
with
the
beautiful
rich
countess
and
her
beautiful
rich
daughter
-
in
-
law
,
both
of
whom
would
never
let
him
touch
them
or
even
flirt
with
them
.
They
doted
kittenishly
on
Nately
and
deferred
passively
to
Aarfy
,
but
they
thought
Yossarian
was
crazy
and
recoiled
from
him
with
distasteful
contempt
each
time
he
made
an
indecent
proposal
or
tried
to
fondle
them
when
they
passed
on
the
stairs
.
They
were
both
superb
creatures
with
pulpy
,
bright
,
pointed
tongues
and
mouths
like
round
warm
plums
,
a
little
sweet
and
sticky
,
a
little
rotten
.
They
had
class
;
Yossarian
was
not
sure
what
class
was
,
but
he
knew
that
they
had
it
and
he
did
not
,
and
that
they
knew
it
,
too
.
He
could
picture
,
as
he
walked
,
the
kind
of
underclothing
they
wore
against
their
svelte
feminine
parts
,
filmy
,
smooth
,
clinging
garments
of
deepest
black
or
of
opalescent
pastel
radiance
with
flowering
lace
borders
fragrant
with
the
tantalizing
fumes
of
pampered
flesh
and
scented
bath
salts
rising
in
a
germinating
cloud
from
their
blue
-
white
breasts
.
He
wished
again
that
he
was
where
Aarfy
was
,
making
obscene
,
brutal
,
cheerful
love
with
a
juicy
drunken
tart
who
didn
’
t
give
a
tinker
’
s
dam
about
him
and
would
never
think
of
him
again
.
But
Aarfy
was
already
back
in
the
apartment
when
Yossarian
arrived
,
and
Yossarian
gaped
at
him
with
that
same
sense
of
persecuted
astonishment
he
had
suffered
that
same
morning
over
Bologna
at
his
malign
and
cabalistic
and
irremovable
presence
in
the
nose
of
the
plane
.
"
What
are
you
doing
here
?
"
he
asked
.
"
That
’
s
right
,
ask
him
!
"
Hungry
Joe
exclaimed
in
a
rage
.
"
Make
him
tell
you
what
he
’
s
doing
here
!
"
With
a
long
,
theatrical
moan
,
Kid
Sampson
made
a
pistol
of
his
thumb
and
forefinger
and
blew
his
own
brains
out
.
Huple
,
chewing
away
on
a
bulging
wad
of
bubble
gum
,
drank
everything
in
with
a
callow
,
vacant
expression
on
his
fifteen
-
year
old
face
.
Aarfy
was
tapping
the
bowl
of
his
pipe
against
his
palm
leisurely
as
he
paced
back
and
forth
in
corpulent
self
-
approval
,
obviously
delighted
by
the
stir
he
was
causing
.
"
Didn
’
t
you
go
home
with
that
girl
?
"
Yossarian
demanded
.
"
Oh
,
sure
,
I
went
home
with
her
,
"
Aarfy
replied
.
"
You
didn
’
t
think
I
was
going
to
let
her
try
to
find
her
way
home
alone
,
did
you
?
"
