Уловка 22

The Eternal City

           Shehadsallowskinandmyopiceyes,andnoneofthemenhadeversleptwithherbecausenoneofthemenhadeverwantedto,nonebutAarfy,whohadrapedheroncethatsameeveningandhadthenheldherprisonerinaclothesclosetforalmosttwohourswithhishandoverhermouthuntiltheciviliancurfewsirenssoundedanditwasunlawfulforhertobeoutside.

           Thenhethrewheroutthewindow.HerdeadbodywasstilllyingonthepavementwhenYossarianarrivedandpushedhiswaypolitelythroughthecircleofsolemnneighborswithdimlanterns,whoglaredwithvenomastheyshrankawayfromhimandpointedupbitterlytowardthesecond-floorwindowsintheirprivate,grim,accusingconversations.Yossarian’sheartpoundedwithfrightandhorroratthepitiful,ominous,goryspectacleofthebrokencorpse.Heduckedintothehallwayandboltedupthestairsintotheapartment,wherehefoundAarfypacingaboutuneasilywithapompous,slightlyuncomfortablesmile.AarfyseemedabitunsettledashefidgetedwithhispipeandassuredYossarianthateverythingwasgoingtobeallright.Therewasnothingtoworryabout.

           "Ionlyrapedheronce,"heexplained.

           Yossarianwasaghast."Butyoukilledher,Aarfy!Youkilledher!"

           "Oh,IhadtodothatafterIrapedher,"Aarfyrepliedinhismostcondescendingmanner."Icouldn’tverywelllethergoaroundsayingbadthingsaboutus,couldI?"

           "Butwhydidyouhavetotouchheratall,youdumbbastard?"Yossarianshouted.

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