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"
Aarfy
,
are
you
insane
?
"
Yossarian
was
almost
speechless
.
"
You
killed
a
girl
.
They
’
re
going
to
put
you
in
jail
!
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
Aarfy
answered
with
a
forced
smile
.
"
Not
me
.
They
aren
’
t
going
to
put
good
old
Aarfy
in
jail
.
Not
for
killing
her
.
"
"
But
you
threw
her
out
the
window
.
She
’
s
lying
dead
in
the
street
.
"
"
She
has
no
right
to
be
there
,
"
Aarfy
answered
.
"
It
’
s
after
curfew
.
"
"
Stupid
!
Don
’
t
you
realize
what
you
’
ve
done
?
"
Yossarian
wanted
to
grab
Aarfy
by
his
well
-
fed
,
caterpillar
-
soft
shoulders
and
shake
some
sense
into
him
.
"
You
’
ve
murdered
a
human
being
.
They
are
going
to
put
you
in
jail
.
They
might
even
hang
you
!
"
"
Oh
,
I
hardly
think
they
’
ll
do
that
,
"
Aarfy
replied
with
a
jovial
chuckle
,
although
his
symptoms
of
nervousness
increased
.
He
spilled
tobacco
crumbs
unconsciously
as
his
short
fingers
fumbled
with
the
bowl
of
his
pipe
.
"
No
,
sirree
.
Not
to
good
old
Aarfy
.
"
He
chortled
again
.
"
She
was
only
a
servant
girl
.
I
hardly
think
they
’
re
going
to
make
too
much
of
a
fuss
over
one
poor
Italian
servant
girl
when
so
many
thousands
of
lives
are
being
lost
every
day
.
Do
you
?
"
"
Listen
!
"
Yossarian
cried
,
almost
in
joy
.
He
pricked
up
his
ears
and
watched
the
blood
drain
from
Aarfy
’
s
face
as
sirens
mourned
far
away
,
police
sirens
,
and
then
ascended
almost
instantaneously
to
a
howling
,
strident
,
onrushing
cacophony
of
overwhelming
sound
that
seemed
to
crash
into
the
room
around
them
from
every
side
.
"
Aarfy
,
they
’
re
coming
for
you
,
"
he
said
in
a
flood
of
compassion
,
shouting
to
be
heard
above
the
noise
.
"
They
’
re
coming
to
arrest
you
.
Aarfy
,
don
’
t
you
understand
?
You
can
’
t
take
the
life
of
another
human
being
and
get
away
with
it
,
even
if
she
is
just
a
poor
servant
girl
.
Don
’
t
you
see
?
Can
’
t
you
understand
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
Aarfy
insisted
with
a
lame
laugh
and
a
weak
smile
.
"
They
’
re
not
coming
to
arrest
me
.
Not
good
old
Aarfy
.
"
All
at
once
he
looked
sick
.
He
sank
down
on
a
chair
in
a
trembling
stupor
,
his
stumpy
,
lax
hands
quaking
in
his
lap
.
Cars
skidded
to
a
stop
outside
.
Spotlights
hit
the
windows
immediately
.
Car
doors
slammed
and
police
whistles
screeched
.
Voices
rose
harshly
.
Aarfy
was
green
.
He
kept
shaking
his
head
mechanically
with
a
queer
,
numb
smile
and
repeating
in
a
weak
,
hollow
monotone
that
they
were
not
coming
for
him
,
not
for
good
old
Aarfy
,
no
sirree
,
striving
to
convince
himself
that
this
was
so
even
as
heavy
footsteps
raced
up
the
stairs
and
pounded
across
the
landing
,
even
as
fists
beat
on
the
door
four
times
with
a
deafening
,
inexorable
force
.
Then
the
door
to
the
apartment
flew
open
,
and
two
large
,
tough
,
brawny
M
.
P
.
s
with
icy
eyes
and
firm
,
sinewy
,
unsmiling
jaws
entered
quickly
,
strode
across
the
room
,
and
arrested
Yossarian
.
They
arrested
Yossarian
for
being
in
Rome
without
a
pass
.
