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Hungry
Joe
was
too
firmly
embedded
in
calamities
of
his
own
to
care
how
Doc
Daneeka
felt
.
There
were
the
noises
,
for
instance
.
Small
ones
enraged
him
and
he
hollered
himself
hoarse
at
Aarfy
for
the
wet
,
sucking
sounds
he
made
puffing
on
his
pipe
,
at
Orr
for
tinkering
,
at
McWatt
for
the
explosive
snap
he
gave
each
card
he
turned
over
when
he
dealt
at
blackjack
or
poker
,
at
Dobbs
for
letting
his
teeth
chatter
as
he
went
blundering
clumsily
about
bumping
into
things
.
Hungry
Joe
was
a
throbbing
,
ragged
mass
of
motile
irritability
.
The
steady
ticking
of
a
watch
in
a
quiet
room
crashed
like
torture
against
his
unshielded
brain
.
"
Listen
,
kid
,
"
he
explained
harshly
to
Huple
very
late
one
evening
,
"
if
you
want
to
live
in
this
tent
,
you
’
ve
got
to
do
like
I
do
.
You
’
ve
got
to
roll
your
wrist
watch
up
in
a
pair
of
wool
socks
every
night
and
keep
it
on
the
bottom
of
your
foot
locker
on
the
other
side
of
the
room
.
"
Huple
thrust
his
jaw
out
defiantly
to
let
Hungry
Joe
know
he
couldn
’
t
be
pushed
around
and
then
did
exactly
as
he
had
been
told
.
Hungry
Joe
was
a
jumpy
,
emaciated
wretch
with
a
fleshless
face
of
dingy
skin
and
bone
and
twitching
veins
squirming
subcutaneously
in
the
blackened
hollows
behind
his
eyes
like
severed
sections
of
snake
.
It
was
a
desolate
,
cratered
face
,
sooty
with
care
like
an
abandoned
mining
town
.
Hungry
Joe
ate
voraciously
,
gnawed
incessantly
at
the
tips
of
his
fingers
,
stammered
,
choked
,
itched
,
sweated
,
salivated
,
and
sprang
from
spot
to
spot
fanatically
with
an
intricate
black
camera
with
which
he
was
always
trying
to
take
pictures
of
naked
girls
.
They
never
came
out
.
He
was
always
forgetting
to
put
film
in
the
camera
or
turn
on
lights
or
remove
the
cover
from
the
lens
opening
.
It
wasn
’
t
easy
persuading
naked
girls
to
pose
,
but
Hungry
Joe
had
the
knack
.
"
Me
big
man
,
"
he
would
shout
.
"
Me
big
photographer
from
Life
magazine
.
Big
picture
on
heap
big
cover
.
Si
,
si
,
si
!
Hollywood
star
.
Multi
dinero
.
Multi
divorces
.
Multi
ficky
-
fick
all
day
long
.
"
Few
women
anywhere
could
resist
such
wily
cajolery
,
and
prostitutes
would
spring
to
their
feet
eagerly
and
hurl
themselves
into
whatever
fantastic
poses
he
requested
of
them
.
Women
killed
Hungry
Joe
.
His
response
to
them
as
sexual
beings
was
one
of
frenzied
worship
and
idolatry
.
They
were
lovely
,
satisfying
,
maddening
manifestations
of
the
miraculous
,
instruments
of
pleasure
too
powerful
to
be
measured
,
too
keen
to
be
endured
,
and
too
exquisite
to
be
intended
for
employment
by
base
,
unworthy
man
.
He
could
interpret
their
naked
presence
in
his
hands
only
as
a
cosmic
oversight
destined
to
be
rectified
speedily
,
and
he
was
driven
always
to
make
what
carnal
use
of
them
he
could
in
the
fleeting
moment
or
two
he
felt
he
had
before
Someone
caught
wise
and
whisked
them
away
.
He
could
never
decide
whether
to
furgle
them
or
photograph
them
,
for
he
had
found
it
impossible
to
do
both
simultaneously
.
In
fact
,
he
was
finding
it
almost
impossible
to
do
either
,
so
scrambled
were
his
powers
of
performance
by
the
compulsive
need
for
haste
that
invariably
possessed
him
.
The
pictures
never
came
out
,
and
Hungry
Joe
never
got
in
.
The
odd
thing
was
that
in
civilian
life
Hungry
Joe
really
had
been
a
photographer
for
Life
magazine
.
He
was
a
hero
now
,
the
biggest
hero
the
Air
Force
had
,
Yossarian
felt
,
for
he
had
flown
more
combat
tours
of
duty
than
any
other
hero
the
Air
Force
had
.
He
had
flown
six
combat
tours
of
duty
.
Hungry
Joe
had
finished
flying
his
first
combat
tour
of
duty
when
twenty
-
five
missions
were
all
that
were
necessary
for
him
to
pack
his
bags
,
write
happy
letters
home
and
begin
hounding
Sergeant
Towser
humorously
for
the
arrival
of
the
orders
rotating
him
back
to
the
States
.
While
he
waited
,
he
spent
each
day
shuffling
rhythmically
around
the
entrance
of
the
operations
tent
,
making
boisterous
wisecracks
to
everybody
who
came
by
and
jocosely
calling
Sergeant
Towser
a
lousy
son
of
a
bitch
every
time
Sergeant
Towser
popped
out
of
the
orderly
room
.
Hungry
Joe
had
finished
flying
his
first
twenty
-
five
missions
during
the
week
of
the
Salerno
beachhead
,
when
Yossarian
was
laid
up
in
the
hospital
with
a
burst
of
clap
he
had
caught
on
a
low
-
level
mission
over
a
Wac
in
bushes
on
a
supply
flight
to
Marrakech
.
Yossarian
did
his
best
to
catch
up
with
Hungry
Joe
and
almost
did
,
flying
six
missions
in
six
days
,
but
his
twenty
-
third
mission
was
to
Arezzo
,
where
Colonel
Nevers
was
killed
,
and
that
was
as
close
as
he
had
ever
been
able
to
come
to
going
home
.
The
next
day
Colonel
Cathcart
was
there
,
brimming
with
tough
pride
in
his
new
outfit
and
celebrating
his
assumption
of
command
by
raising
the
number
of
missions
required
from
twenty
-
five
to
thirty
.
Hungry
Joe
unpacked
his
bags
and
rewrote
the
happy
letters
home
.
He
stopped
hounding
Sergeant
Towser
humorously
.
