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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 84<br />
expensive, and the aisles were overflowing with great streams of flushed and merry<br />
proprietors, all stout and balding. The bustling interior radiated with enormous, engulfing<br />
waves of fun and warmth.<br />
Yossarian got a tremendous kick out of the rude gusto with which Luciana ignored him<br />
completely while she shoveled away her whole meal with both hands. She ate like a<br />
horse until the last plate was clean, and then she placed her silverware down with an air<br />
of conclusion and settled back lazily in her chair with a dreamy and congested look of<br />
sated gluttony. She drew a deep, smiling, contented breath and regarded him amorously<br />
with a melting gaze.<br />
‘Okay, Joe,’ she purred, her glowing dark eyes drowsy and grateful. ‘Now I will let you<br />
sleep with me.’<br />
‘My name is Yossarian.’<br />
‘Okay, Yossarian,’ she answered with a soft repentant laugh. ‘Now I will let you sleep<br />
with me.’<br />
‘Who asked you?’ said Yossarian.<br />
Luciana was stunned. ‘You don’t want to sleep with me?’ Yossarian nodded<br />
emphatically, laughing, and shot his hand up under her dress. The girl came to life with<br />
a horrified start. She jerked her legs away from him instantly, whipping her bottom<br />
around. Blushing with alarm and embarrassment, she pushed her skirt back down with a<br />
number of prim, sidelong glances about the restaurant.<br />
‘Now I will let you sleep with me,’ she explained cautiously in a manner of<br />
apprehensive indulgence. ‘But not now.’<br />
‘I know. When we get back to my room.’ The girl shook her head, eyeing him<br />
mistrustfully and keeping her knees pressed together. ‘No, now I must go home to my<br />
mamma, because my mamma does not like me to dance with soldiers or let them take<br />
me to dinner, and she will be very angry with me if I do not come home now. But I will let<br />
you write down for me where you live. And tomorrow morning I will come to your room<br />
for ficky-fick before I go to my work at the French office. Capisci?’<br />
‘Bullshit!’ Yossarian exclaimed with angry disappointment.<br />
‘Cosa vuol dire bullshit?’ Luciana inquired with a blank look.<br />
Yossarian broke into loud laughter. He answered her finally in a tone of sympathetic<br />
good humor. ‘It means that I want to escort you now to wherever the hell I have to take<br />
you next so that I can rush back to that night club before Aarfy leaves with that<br />
wonderful tomato he’s got without giving me a chance to ask about an aunt or friend she<br />
must have who’s just like her.’<br />
‘Come?’<br />
‘Subito, subito,’ he taunted her tenderly. ‘Mamma is waiting. Remember?’<br />
‘Si, si. Mamma.’ Yossarian let the girl drag him through the lovely Roman spring night<br />
for almost a mile until they reached a chaotic bus depot honking with horns, blazing with<br />
red and yellow lights and echoing with the snarling vituperations of unshaven bus<br />
drivers pouring loathsome, hair-raising curses out at each other, at their passengers and<br />
at the strolling, unconcerned knots of pedestrians clogging their paths, who ignored<br />
them until they were bumped by the buses and began shouting curses back. Luciana<br />
vanished aboard one of the diminutive green vehicles, and Yossarian hurried as fast as<br />
he could all the way back to the cabaret and the bleary-eyed bleached blonde in the<br />
open orange satin blouse. She seemed infatuated with Aarfy, but he prayed intensely for<br />
her luscious aunt as he ran, or for a luscious girl friend, sister, cousin, or mother who<br />
was just as libidinous and depraved. She would have been perfect for Yossarian, a<br />
debauched, coarse, vulgar, amoral, appetizing slattern whom he had longed for and<br />
idolized for months. She was a real find. She paid for her own drinks, and she had an<br />
automobile, an apartment and a salmon-colored cameo ring that drove Hungry Joe<br />
clean out of his senses with its exquisitely carved figures of a naked boy and girl on a<br />
rock. Hungry Joe snorted and pranced and pawed at the floor in salivating lust and<br />
groveling need, but the girl would not sell him the ring, even though he offered her all<br />
the money in all their pockets and his complicated black camera thrown in. She was not