“You’re inches away from death every time you go on a mission. “A second ago you were stepping into college with your lungs full of fresh air. “Do you know how long a year takes when it’s going away?” Dunbar asked Clevinger. “-is longer-IS longer? All right, is longer if it’s filled with periods of boredom and discomfort, b-“ I’ll even go as far as to concede that life seems longer i-“ “I think you’re crazy,” was the way Clevinger had responded to Dunbar’s discovery. He had figured out that a single hour on the skeet-shooting range with people like Havermeyer and Appleby could be worth as much as eleven-times-seventeen years. “Dunbar loved shooting skeet because he hated every minute of it and the time passed so slowly. “Why can’t you marry me?” she demanded, ready to clout him again if he gave an uncomplimentary reply. She bolted right up again in a threatening rage. How can you love a girl who is not a virgin?” “Tu sei pazzo,” she murmured in reply, flattered. Carina, ti amo,” he explained, and he drew her gently back down to the pillow. “Non posso sposarti! Non capisci? Non posso sposarti.” “Stupido!” she shouted back at him, and smacked him loudly and flamboyantly on the chest with the back of her hand. “Perché?” she shouted back at him indignantly, her unavoidable round breasts rising and falling in a saucy huff beneath the pink chemise as she sat up in bed indignantly. “You won’t marry me because I’m crazy, and you say I’m crazy because I want to marry you? Is that right?” Yossarian wrinkled his forehead with quizzical amusement. “Who will marry me? No one wants a girl who is not a virgin.” “Because I am not a virgin,” she answered. “Tu sei pazzo,” she told him with a pleasant laugh.
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