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“Catch-22” <strong>By</strong> <strong>Joseph</strong> Heller 87<br />
until dawn in the corridors. She had been wounded in an air raid.<br />
‘Dove?’ he asked, and he held his breath in suspense.<br />
‘ Napoli.’<br />
‘Germans?’<br />
‘Americani.’ His heart cracked, and he fell in love. He wondered if she would marry<br />
him.<br />
‘Tu sei pazzo,’ she told him with a pleasant laugh.<br />
‘Why am I crazy?’ he asked.<br />
‘Perchè non posso sposare.’<br />
‘Why can’t you get married?’<br />
‘Because I am not a virgin,’ she answered.<br />
‘What has that got to do with it?’<br />
‘Who will marry me? No one wants a girl who is not a virgin.’<br />
‘I will. I’ll marry you.’<br />
‘Ma non posso sposarti.’<br />
‘Why can’t you marry me?’<br />
‘Perchè sei pazzo.’<br />
‘Why am I crazy?’<br />
‘Perchè vuoi sposarmi.’ Yossarian wrinkled his forehead with quizzical<br />
amusement. ‘You won’t marry me because I’m crazy, and you say I’m crazy because I<br />
want to marry you? Is that right?’<br />
‘Si.’<br />
‘Tu sei pazz’!’ he told her loudly.<br />
‘Perchè?’ she shouted back at him indignantly, her unavoidable round breasts<br />
rising and falling in a saucy huff beneath the pink chemise as she sat up in bed<br />
indignantly. ‘Why am I crazy?’<br />
‘Because you won’t marry me.’<br />
‘Stupido!’ she shouted back at him, and smacked him loudly and flamboyantly on the<br />
chest with the back of her hand. ‘Non posso sposarti! Non capisci? Non posso sposarti.’<br />
‘Oh, sure, I understand. And why can’t you marry me?’<br />
‘Perchè sei pazzo!’<br />
‘And why am I crazy?’<br />
‘Perchè vuoi sposarmi.’<br />
‘Because I want to marry you. Carina, ti amo,’ he explained, and he drew her gently<br />
back down to the pillow. ‘Ti amo molto.’<br />
‘Tu sei pazzo,’ she murmured in reply, flattered.<br />
‘Perchè?’<br />
‘Because you say you love me. How can you love a girl who is not a virgin?’<br />
‘Because I can’t marry you.’ She bolted right up again in a threatening rage. ‘Why<br />
can’t you marry me?’ she demanded, ready to clout him again if he gave an<br />
uncomplimentary reply. ‘Just because I am not a virgin?’<br />
‘No, no, darling. Because you’re crazy.’ She stared at him in blank resentment for a<br />
moment and then tossed her head back and roared appreciatively with hearty laughter.<br />
She gazed at him with new approval when she stopped, the lush, responsive tissues of<br />
her dark face turning darker still and blooming somnolently with a swelling and<br />
beautifying infusion of blood. Her eyes grew dim. He crushed out both their cigarettes,<br />
and they turned into each other wordlessly in an engrossing kiss just as Hungry Joe<br />
came meandering into the room without knocking to ask if Yossarian wanted to go out<br />
with him to look for girls. Hungry Joe stopped on a dime when he saw them and shot out<br />
of the room. Yossarian shot out of bed even faster and began shouting at Luciana to get<br />
dressed. The girl was dumbfounded. He pulled her roughly out of bed by her arm and<br />
flung her away toward her clothing, then raced for the door in time to slam it shut as<br />
Hungry Joe was running back in with his camera. Hungry Joe had his leg wedged in the<br />
door and would not pull it out.<br />
‘Let me in!’ he begged urgently, wriggling and squirming maniacally. ‘Let me in!’ He