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"
"
I
have
a
better
idea
,
"
boasted
Aarfy
.
"
Why
don
’
t
we
keep
the
three
of
them
here
until
after
the
curfew
and
then
threaten
to
push
them
out
into
the
street
to
be
arrested
unless
they
give
us
all
their
money
?
We
can
even
threaten
to
push
them
out
the
window
.
"
"
Aarfy
!
"
Nately
was
aghast
.
"
I
was
only
trying
to
help
,
"
said
Aarfy
sheepishly
.
Aarfy
was
always
trying
to
help
Nately
because
Nately
’
s
father
was
rich
and
prominent
and
in
an
excellent
position
to
help
Aarfy
after
the
war
.
"
Gee
whiz
,
"
he
defended
himself
querulously
.
"
Back
in
school
we
were
always
doing
things
like
that
.
I
remember
one
day
we
tricked
these
two
dumb
high
-
school
girls
from
town
into
the
fraternity
house
and
made
them
put
out
for
all
the
fellows
there
who
wanted
them
by
threatening
to
call
up
their
parents
and
say
they
were
putting
out
for
us
.
We
kept
them
trapped
in
bed
there
for
more
than
ten
hours
.
We
even
smacked
their
faces
a
little
when
they
started
to
complain
.
Then
we
took
away
their
nickels
and
dimes
and
chewing
gum
and
threw
them
out
.
Boy
,
we
used
to
have
fun
in
that
fraternity
house
,
"
he
recalled
peacefully
,
his
corpulent
cheeks
aglow
with
the
jovial
,
rubicund
warmth
of
nostalgic
recollection
.
"
We
used
to
ostracize
everyone
,
even
each
other
.
"
But
Aarfy
was
no
help
to
Nately
now
as
the
girl
Nately
had
fallen
so
deeply
in
love
with
began
swearing
at
him
sullenly
with
rising
,
menacing
resentment
.
Luckily
,
Hungry
Joe
burst
in
just
then
,
and
everything
was
all
right
again
,
except
that
Dunbar
staggered
in
drunk
a
minute
later
and
began
embracing
one
of
the
other
giggling
girls
at
once
.
Now
there
were
four
men
and
three
girls
,
and
the
seven
of
them
left
Aarfy
in
the
apartment
and
climbed
into
a
horse
-
drawn
cab
,
which
remained
at
the
curb
at
a
dead
halt
while
the
girls
demanded
their
money
in
advance
.
Nately
gave
them
ninety
dollars
with
a
gallant
flourish
,
after
borrowing
twenty
dollars
from
Yossarian
,
thirty
-
five
dollars
from
Dunbar
and
seventeen
dollars
from
Hungry
Joe
.
The
girls
grew
friendlier
then
and
called
an
address
to
the
driver
,
who
drove
them
at
a
clopping
pace
halfway
across
the
city
into
a
section
they
had
never
visited
before
and
stopped
in
front
of
an
old
,
tall
building
on
a
dark
street
.
The
girls
led
them
up
four
steep
,
very
long
flights
of
creaking
wooden
stairs
and
guided
them
through
a
doorway
into
their
own
wonderful
and
resplendent
tenement
apartment
,
which
burgeoned
miraculously
with
an
infinite
and
proliferating
flow
of
supple
young
naked
girls
and
contained
the
evil
and
debauched
ugly
old
man
who
irritated
Nately
constantly
with
his
caustic
laughter
and
the
clucking
,
proper
old
woman
in
the
ash
-
gray
woolen
sweater
who
disapproved
of
everything
immoral
that
occurred
there
and
tried
her
best
to
tidy
up
.
The
amazing
place
was
a
fertile
,
seething
cornucopia
of
female
nipples
and
navels
.
At
first
,
there
were
just
their
own
three
girls
,
in
the
dimly
-
lit
,
drab
brown
sitting
room
that
stood
at
the
juncture
of
three
murky
hallways
leading
in
separate
directions
to
the
distant
recesses
of
the
strange
and
marvelous
bordello
.
The
girls
disrobed
at
once
,
pausing
in
different
stages
to
point
proudly
to
their
garish
underthings
and
bantering
all
the
while
with
the
gaunt
and
dissipated
old
man
with
the
shabby
long
white
hair
and
slovenly
white
unbuttoned
shirt
who
sat
cackling
lasciviously
in
a
musty
blue
armchair
almost
in
the
exact
center
of
the
room
and
bade
Nately
and
his
companions
welcome
with
a
mirthful
and
sardonic
formality
.
Then
the
old
woman
trudged
out
to
get
a
girl
for
Hungry
Joe
,
dipping
her
captious
head
sadly
,
and
returned
with
two
big
-
bosomed
beauties
,
one
already
undressed
and
the
other
in
only
a
transparent
pink
half
slip
that
she
wiggled
out
of
while
sitting
down
.
Three
more
naked
girls
sauntered
in
from
a
different
direction
and
remained
to
chat
,
then
two
others
.
Four
more
girls
passed
through
the
room
in
an
indolent
group
,
engrossed
in
conversation
;
three
were
barefoot
and
one
wobbled
perilously
on
a
pair
of
unbuckled
silver
dancing
shoes
that
did
not
seem
to
be
her
own
.
One
more
girl
appeared
wearing
only
panties
and
sat
down
,
bringing
the
total
congregating
there
in
just
a
few
minutes
to
eleven
,
all
but
one
of
them
completely
unclothed
.
There
was
bare
flesh
lounging
everywhere
,
most
of
it
plump
,
and
Hungry
Joe
began
to
die
.
He
stood
stock
still
in
rigid
,
cataleptic
astonishment
while
the
girls
ambled
in
and
made
themselves
comfortable
.
Then
he
let
out
a
piercing
shriek
suddenly
and
bolted
toward
the
door
in
a
headlong
dash
back
toward
the
enlisted
men
’
s
apartment
for
his
camera
,
only
to
be
halted
in
his
tracks
with
another
frantic
shriek
by
the
dreadful
,
freezing
premonition
that
this
whole
lovely
,
lurid
,
rich
and
colorful
pagan
paradise
would
be
snatched
away
from
him
irredeemably
if
he
were
to
let
it
out
of
his
sight
for
even
an
instant
.
He
stopped
in
the
doorway
and
sputtered
,
the
wiry
veins
and
tendons
in
his
face
and
neck
pulsating
violently
.
The
old
man
watched
him
with
victorious
merriment
,
sitting
in
his
musty
blue
armchair
like
some
satanic
and
hedonistic
deity
on
a
throne
,
a
stolen
U
.
S
.
Army
blanket
wrapped
around
his
spindly
legs
to
ward
off
a
chill
.
He
laughed
quietly
,
his
sunken
,
shrewd
eyes
sparkling
perceptively
with
a
cynical
and
wanton
enjoyment
.
He
had
been
drinking
.
Nately
reacted
on
sight
with
bristling
enmity
to
this
wicked
,
depraved
and
unpatriotic
old
man
who
was
old
enough
to
remind
him
of
his
father
and
who
made
disparaging
jokes
about
America
.
"
America
,
"
he
said
,
"
will
lose
the
war
.
And
Italy
will
win
it
.
"
