Уловка 22

Nately’s Old Man

           "

           "But,"Natelycriedoutindisbelief,"you’reaturncoat!Atime-server!Ashameful,unscrupulousopportunist!"

           "Iamahundredandsevenyearsold,"theoldmanremindedhimsuavely.

           "Don’tyouhaveanyprinciples?"

           "Ofcoursenot."

           "Nomorality?"

           "Oh,Iamaverymoralman,"thevillainousoldmanassuredhimwithsatiricseriousness,strokingthebarehipofabuxomblack-hairedgirlwithprettydimpleswhohadstretchedherselfoutseductivelyontheotherarmofhischair.HegrinnedatNatelysarcasticallyashesatbetweenbothnakedgirlsinsmugandthreadbaresplendor,withasovereignhandoneach.

           "Ican’tbelieveit,"Natelyremarkedgrudgingly,tryingstubbornlynottowatchhiminrelationshiptothegirls."Isimplycan’tbelieveit."

           "Butit’sperfectlytrue.WhentheGermansmarchedintothecity,Idancedinthestreetslikeayouthfulballerinaandshouted,"HeilHitler!"untilmylungswerehoarse.IevenwavedasmallNaziflagthatIsnatchedawayfromabeautifullittlegirlwhilehermotherwaslookingtheotherway.WhentheGermansleftthecity,IrushedouttowelcometheAmericanswithabottleofexcellentbrandyandabasketofflowers.Thebrandywasformyself,ofcourse,andtheflowersweretosprinkleuponourliberators.Therewasaverystiffandstuffyoldmajorridinginthefirstcar,andIhithimsquarelyintheeyewitharedrose.

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