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Occasionally
she
was
able
to
stack
the
cards
or
spoil
the
deck
in
a
way
they
did
not
discover
until
they
were
well
into
the
game
,
and
she
laughed
and
glowed
with
blissful
gratification
when
they
all
hurled
their
cards
down
disgustedly
and
began
punching
her
sharply
on
the
arms
or
legs
as
they
called
her
filthy
names
and
warned
her
to
stop
fooling
around
.
She
would
prattle
nonsensically
when
they
were
striving
hardest
to
think
,
and
a
pink
flush
of
elation
crept
into
her
cheeks
when
they
gave
her
more
sharp
raps
on
the
arms
and
legs
with
their
fists
and
told
her
to
shut
up
.
Nurse
Duckett
reveled
in
such
attention
and
ducked
her
short
chestnut
bangs
with
joy
when
Yossarian
and
the
others
focused
upon
her
.
It
gave
her
a
peculiar
feeling
of
warm
and
expectant
well
-
being
to
know
that
so
many
naked
boys
and
men
were
idling
close
by
on
the
other
side
of
the
sand
dunes
.
She
had
only
to
stretch
her
neck
or
rise
on
some
pretext
to
see
twenty
or
forty
undressed
males
lounging
or
playing
ball
in
the
sunlight
.
Her
own
body
was
such
a
familiar
and
unremarkable
thing
to
her
that
she
was
puzzled
by
the
convulsive
ecstasy
men
could
take
from
it
,
by
the
intense
and
amusing
need
they
had
merely
to
touch
it
,
to
reach
out
urgently
and
press
it
,
squeeze
it
,
pinch
it
,
rub
it
.
She
did
not
understand
Yossarian
’
s
lust
;
but
she
was
willing
to
take
his
word
for
it
.
Evenings
when
Yossarian
felt
horny
he
brought
Nurse
Duckett
to
the
beach
with
two
blankets
and
enjoyed
making
love
to
her
with
most
of
their
clothes
on
more
than
he
sometimes
enjoyed
making
love
to
all
the
vigorous
bare
amoral
girls
in
Rome
.
Frequently
they
went
to
the
beach
at
night
and
did
not
make
love
,
but
just
lay
shivering
between
the
blankets
against
each
other
to
ward
off
the
brisk
,
damp
chill
.
The
ink
-
black
nights
were
turning
cold
,
the
stars
frosty
and
fewer
.
The
raft
swayed
in
the
ghostly
trail
of
moonlight
and
seemed
to
be
sailing
away
.
A
marked
hint
of
cold
weather
penetrated
the
air
.
Other
men
were
just
starting
to
build
stoves
and
came
to
Yossarian
’
s
tent
during
the
day
to
marvel
at
Orr
’
s
workmanship
.
It
thrilled
Nurse
Duckett
rapturously
that
Yossarian
could
not
keep
his
hands
off
her
when
they
were
together
,
although
she
would
not
let
him
slip
them
inside
her
bathing
shorts
during
the
day
when
anyone
was
near
enough
to
see
,
not
even
when
the
only
witness
was
Nurse
Cramer
,
who
sat
on
the
other
side
of
her
sand
dune
with
her
reproving
nose
in
the
air
and
pretended
not
to
see
anything
.
Nurse
Cramer
had
stopped
speaking
to
Nurse
Duckett
,
her
best
friend
,
because
of
her
liaison
with
Yossarian
,
but
still
went
everywhere
with
Nurse
Duckett
since
Nurse
Duckett
was
her
best
friend
.
She
did
not
approve
of
Yossarian
or
his
friends
.
When
they
stood
up
and
went
swimming
with
Nurse
Duckett
,
Nurse
Cramer
stood
up
and
went
swimming
,
too
,
maintaining
the
same
ten
-
yard
distance
between
them
,
and
maintaining
her
silence
,
snubbing
them
even
in
the
water
.
When
they
laughed
and
splashed
,
she
laughed
and
splashed
;
when
they
dived
,
she
dived
;
when
they
swam
to
the
sand
bar
and
rested
,
Nurse
Cramer
swam
to
the
sand
bar
and
rested
.
When
they
came
out
,
she
came
out
,
dried
her
shoulders
with
her
own
towel
and
seated
herself
aloofly
in
her
own
spot
,
her
back
rigid
and
a
ring
of
reflected
sunlight
burnishing
her
light
-
blond
hair
like
a
halo
.
Nurse
Cramer
was
prepared
to
begin
talking
to
Nurse
Duckett
again
if
she
repented
and
apologized
.
Nurse
Duckett
preferred
things
the
way
they
were
.
For
a
long
time
she
had
wanted
to
give
Nurse
Cramer
a
rap
to
make
her
shut
up
.
Nurse
Duckett
found
Yossarian
wonderful
and
was
already
trying
to
change
him
.
She
loved
to
watch
him
taking
short
naps
with
his
face
down
and
his
arm
thrown
across
her
,
or
staring
bleakly
at
the
endless
tame
,
quiet
waves
breaking
like
pet
puppy
dogs
against
the
shore
,
scampering
lightly
up
the
sand
a
foot
or
two
and
then
trotting
away
.
She
was
calm
in
his
silences
.
She
knew
she
did
not
bore
him
,
and
she
buffed
or
painted
her
fingernails
studiously
while
he
dozed
or
brooded
and
the
desultory
warm
afternoon
breeze
vibrated
delicately
on
the
surface
of
the
beach
.
She
loved
to
look
at
his
wide
,
long
,
sinewy
back
with
its
bronzed
,
unblemished
skin
.
She
loved
to
bring
him
to
flame
instantly
by
taking
his
whole
ear
in
her
mouth
suddenly
and
running
her
hand
down
his
front
all
the
way
.
She
loved
to
make
him
burn
and
suffer
till
dark
,
then
satisfy
him
.
Then
kiss
him
adoringly
because
she
had
brought
him
such
bliss
.
Yossarian
was
never
lonely
with
Nurse
Duckett
,
who
really
did
know
how
to
keep
her
mouth
shut
and
was
just
capricious
enough
.
He
was
haunted
and
tormented
by
the
vast
,
boundless
ocean
.
He
wondered
mournfully
,
as
Nurse
Duckett
buffed
her
nails
,
about
all
the
people
who
had
died
under
water
.
There
were
surely
more
than
a
million
already
.
Where
were
they
?
What
insects
had
eaten
their
flesh
?
He
imagined
the
awful
impotence
of
breathing
in
helplessly
quarts
and
quarts
of
water
.
Yossarian
followed
the
small
fishing
boats
and
military
launches
plying
back
and
forth
far
out
and
found
them
unreal
;
it
did
not
seem
true
that
there
were
full
-
sized
men
aboard
,
going
somewhere
every
time
.
He
looked
toward
stony
Elba
,
and
his
eyes
automatically
searched
overhead
for
the
fluffy
,
white
,
turnip
-
shaped
cloud
in
which
Clevinger
had
vanished
.
He
peered
at
the
vaporous
Italian
skyline
and
thought
of
Orr
.
Clevinger
and
Orr
.
Where
had
they
gone
?
Yossarian
had
once
stood
on
a
jetty
at
dawn
and
watched
a
tufted
round
log
that
was
drifting
toward
him
on
the
tide
turn
unexpectedly
into
the
bloated
face
of
a
drowned
man
;
it
was
the
first
dead
person
he
had
ever
seen
.
He
thirsted
for
life
and
reached
out
ravenously
to
grasp
and
hold
Nurse
Duckett
’
s
flesh
.
He
studied
every
floating
object
fearfully
for
some
gruesome
sign
of
Clevinger
and
Orr
,
prepared
for
any
morbid
shock
but
the
shock
McWatt
gave
him
one
day
with
the
plane
that
came
blasting
suddenly
into
sight
out
of
the
distant
stillness
and
hurtled
mercilessly
along
the
shore
line
with
a
great
growling
,
clattering
roar
over
the
bobbing
raft
on
which
blond
,
pale
Kid
Sampson
,
his
naked
sides
scrawny
even
from
so
far
away
,
leaped
clownishly
up
to
touch
it
at
the
exact
moment
some
arbitrary
gust
of
wind
or
minor
miscalculation
of
McWatt
’
s
senses
dropped
the
speeding
plane
down
just
low
enough
for
a
propeller
to
slice
him
half
away
.
Even
people
who
were
not
there
remembered
vividly
exactly
what
happened
next
.
There
was
the
briefest
,
softest
tsst
!
filtering
audibly
through
the
shattering
,
overwhelming
howl
of
the
plane
’
s
engines
,
and
then
there
were
just
Kid
Sampson
’
s
two
pale
,
skinny
legs
,
still
joined
by
strings
somehow
at
the
bloody
truncated
hips
,
standing
stock
-
still
on
the
raft
for
what
seemed
a
full
minute
or
two
before
they
toppled
over
backward
into
the
water
finally
with
a
faint
,
echoing
splash
and
turned
completely
upside
down
so
that
only
the
grotesque
toes
and
the
plaster
-
white
soles
of
Kid
Sampson
’
s
feet
remained
in
view
.
On
the
beach
,
all
hell
broke
loose
.
Nurse
Cramer
materialized
out
of
thin
air
suddenly
and
was
weeping
hysterically
against
Yossarian
’
s
chest
while
Yossarian
hugged
her
shoulders
and
soothed
her
.
