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Hungry
Joe
attacked
the
stout
wooden
barrier
fanatically
,
fell
back
to
reorganize
his
energies
and
hurled
himself
forward
fanatically
again
.
Yossarian
slithered
into
his
own
clothes
between
assaults
.
Luciana
had
her
green
-
and
-
white
summer
dress
on
and
was
holding
the
skirt
bunched
up
above
her
waist
.
A
wave
of
misery
broke
over
him
as
he
saw
her
about
to
vanish
inside
her
panties
forever
.
He
reached
out
to
grasp
her
and
drew
her
to
him
by
the
raised
calf
of
her
leg
.
She
hopped
forward
and
molded
herself
against
him
.
Yossarian
kissed
her
ears
and
her
closed
eyes
romantically
and
rubbed
the
backs
of
her
thighs
.
She
began
to
hum
sensually
a
moment
before
Hungry
Joe
hurled
his
frail
body
against
the
door
in
still
one
more
desperate
attack
and
almost
knocked
them
both
down
.
Yossarian
pushed
her
away
.
"
Vite
!
Vite
!
"
he
scolded
her
.
"
Get
your
things
on
!
"
"
What
the
hell
are
you
talking
about
?
"
she
wanted
to
know
.
"
Fast
!
Fast
!
Can
’
t
you
understand
English
?
Get
your
clothes
on
fast
!
"
"
Stupido
!
"
she
snarled
back
at
him
.
"
Vite
is
French
,
not
Italian
.
Subito
,
subito
!
That
’
s
what
you
mean
.
Subito
!
"
"
Si
,
si
.
That
’
s
what
I
mean
.
Subito
,
subito
!
"
"
Si
,
si
,
"
she
responded
co
-
operatively
,
and
ran
for
her
shoes
and
earrings
.
Hungry
Joe
had
paused
in
his
attack
to
shoot
pictures
through
the
closed
door
.
Yossarian
could
hear
the
camera
shutter
clicking
.
When
both
he
and
Luciana
were
ready
,
Yossarian
waited
for
Hungry
Joe
’
s
next
charge
and
yanked
the
door
open
on
him
unexpectedly
.
Hungry
Joe
spilled
forward
into
the
room
like
a
floundering
frog
.
Yossarian
skipped
nimbly
around
him
,
guiding
Luciana
along
behind
him
through
the
apartment
and
out
into
the
hallway
.
They
bounced
down
the
stairs
with
a
great
roistering
clatter
,
laughing
out
loud
breathlessly
and
knocking
their
hilarious
heads
together
each
time
they
paused
to
rest
.
Near
the
bottom
they
met
Nately
coming
up
and
stopped
laughing
.
Nately
was
drawn
,
dirty
and
unhappy
.
His
tie
was
twisted
and
his
shirt
was
rumpled
,
and
he
walked
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
.
He
wore
a
hangdog
,
hopeless
look
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
,
kid
?
"
Yossarian
inquired
compassionately
.
