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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 132<br />
putting out for us. We kept them trapped in bed there for more than ten hours. We even<br />
smacked their faces a little when they started to complain. Then we took away their<br />
nickels and dimes and chewing gum and threw them out. Boy, we used to have fun in<br />
that fraternity house,’ he recalled peacefully, his corpulent cheeks aglow with the jovial,<br />
rubicund warmth of nostalgic recollection. ‘We used to ostracize everyone, even each<br />
other.’ But Aarfy was no help to Nately now as the girl Nately had fallen so deeply in<br />
love with began swearing at him sullenly with rising, menacing resentment. Luckily,<br />
Hungry Joe burst in just then, and everything was all right again, except that Dunbar<br />
staggered in drunk a minute later and began embracing one of the other giggling girls at<br />
once. Now there were four men and three girls, and the seven of them left Aarfy in the<br />
apartment and climbed into a horse-drawn cab, which remained at the curb at a dead<br />
halt while the girls demanded their money in advance. Nately gave them ninety dollars<br />
with a gallant flourish, after borrowing twenty dollars from Yossarian, thirty-five dollars<br />
from Dunbar and seventeen dollars from Hungry Joe. The girls grew friendlier then and<br />
called an address to the driver, who drove them at a clopping pace halfway across the<br />
city into a section they had never visited before and stopped in front of an old, tall<br />
building on a dark street. The girls led them up four steep, very long flights of creaking<br />
wooden stairs and guided them through a doorway into their own wonderful and<br />
resplendent tenement apartment, which burgeoned miraculously with an infinite and<br />
proliferating flow of supple young naked girls and contained the evil and debauched ugly<br />
old man who irritated Nately constantly with his caustic laughter and the clucking, proper<br />
old woman in the ash-gray woolen sweater who disapproved of everything immoral that<br />
occurred there and tried her best to tidy up.<br />
The amazing place was a fertile, seething cornucopia of female nipples and navels. At<br />
first, there were just their own three girls, in the dimly-lit, drab brown sitting room that<br />
stood at the juncture of three murky hallways leading in separate directions to the<br />
distant recesses of the strange and marvelous bordello. The girls disrobed at once,<br />
pausing in different stages to point proudly to their garish underthings and bantering all<br />
the while with the gaunt and dissipated old man with the shabby long white hair and<br />
slovenly white unbuttoned shirt who sat cackling lasciviously in a musty blue armchair<br />
almost in the exact center of the room and bade Nately and his companions welcome<br />
with a mirthful and sardonic formality. Then the old woman trudged out to get a girl for<br />
Hungry Joe, dipping her captious head sadly, and returned with two big-bosomed<br />
beauties, one already undressed and the other in only a transparent pink half slip that<br />
she wiggled out of while sitting down. Three more naked girls sauntered in from a<br />
different direction and remained to chat, then two others. Four more girls passed<br />
through the room in an indolent group, engrossed in conversation; three were barefoot<br />
and one wobbled perilously on a pair of unbuckled silver dancing shoes that did not<br />
seem to be her own. One more girl appeared wearing only panties and sat down,<br />
bringing the total congregating there in just a few minutes to eleven, all but one of them<br />
completely unclothed.<br />
There was bare flesh lounging everywhere, most of it plump, and Hungry Joe began to<br />
die. He stood stock still in rigid, cataleptic astonishment while the girls ambled in and<br />
made themselves comfortable. Then he let out a piercing shriek suddenly and bolted<br />
toward the door in a headlong dash back toward the enlisted men’s apartment for his<br />
camera, only to be halted in his tracks with another frantic shriek by the dreadful,<br />
freezing premonition that this whole lovely, lurid, rich and colorful pagan paradise would<br />
be snatched away from him irredeemably if he were to let it out of his sight for even an<br />
instant. He stopped in the doorway and sputtered, the wiry veins and tendons in his face<br />
and neck pulsating violently. The old man watched him with victorious merriment, sitting<br />
in his musty blue armchair like some satanic and hedonistic deity on a throne, a stolen<br />
U.S. Army blanket wrapped around his spindly legs to ward off a chill. He laughed<br />
quietly, his sunken, shrewd eyes sparkling perceptively with a cynical and wanton<br />
enjoyment. He had been drinking. Nately reacted on sight with bristling enmity to this<br />
wicked, depraved and unpatriotic old man who was old enough to remind him of his