His heart cracked, and he fell in love. He wondered if she would marry him. “Tu set jazz,” she told him with a pleasant laugh. “Why am I crazy?” he asked. “Perch non posse spare.” “Why can’t you get married?” “Because I am not a virgin,” she answered. “What has that got to do with it?” “Who will marry me? No one wants a girl who is not a virgin.” “I will. I’ll marry you.” “Ma non posse sports.” “Why can’t you marry me?” “Perch set jazz.” “Why am I crazy?” “Perch duo sposarmi.” Yossarian wrinkled his forehead with quizzical amusement. “You won’t marry me because I’m crazy, and you say I’m crazy because I want to marry you? Is that right?” “Si.” “Tu set jazz’!” he told her loudly. “Perch?” 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. “Why am I crazy?” “Because you won’t marry me.” “Stupid!” she shouted back at him, and smacked him loudly and flamboyantly on the chest with the back of her hand. “Non posse sports! Non capital? Non posse sports.” “Oh, sure, I understand. And why can’t you marry me?” “Perch set jazz!” “And why am I crazy?” “Perch duo sposarmi.” “Because I want to marry you. Carina, ti AMO,” he explained, and he drew her gently back down to the pillow. “Ti AMO motto.” “Tu set jazz,” she murmured in reply, flattered. “Perch?” “Because you say you love me. How can you love a girl who is not a virgin?” “Because I can’t marry you.” She bolted right up again in a threatening rage. “Why can’t you marry me?” she demanded, ready to clout him again if he gave an uncomplimentary reply. “Just because I am not a virgin?” “No, no, darling. Because you’re crazy.

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