The World According to Garp Page #3

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I wanted to fly!

I understand. It's all right.

Now carefully, give me your foot.

Get the mattresses close together...

...right next to the building

so he can fall on them. Hurry, boys!

Give me your free foot.

A little bit more over. There we are!

I've got you! I'm not going to let go!

All right? I'm not going to let go of you.

You'll be all right.

Quickly.

Now, slowly take your foot

out of the gutter.

That's a good boy. Take it out.

I've got you, son, I've got you!

Miss Fields.

- Yes?

- What about Dean Blodger?

Bring him in to the infirmary.

Let's go, boys. Everybody back inside.

Hey, everybody inside.

Get the mattresses.

You sure like trouble, don't you?

Thank God I caught him.

Yes, just in time.

What was he doing up there?

Pretending to be his dead father.

I wanted to be a father myself.

But I never got married.

Neither did I.

I always wanted a child.

If I could've had one by myself,

I would have.

But God, or nature, or whatever...

Well, you know, you need a man.

You know what men are like. Full of lust.

I can talk to you 'cause you're past all that.

- What?

- You're not well enough to walk.

It's a very nasty bump.

Anyway, the war was on.

I was a nurse.

One day, they brought in a tail gunner...

...who'd been wounded by antiaircraft

in a raid over Germany.

A splinter of steel had lodged in his brain

and all he could say was his name: Garp.

For medical reasons I couldn't understand,

he also had a constant erection.

He deteriorated steadily.

Until one day,

all he could say was part of his name: Arp.

It was then that I knew

that he wouldn't last much longer.

His erections continued, however,

quite unabated.

I see.

- I'll just be going.

- Not yet.

You'd better rest.

Anyway.

Where was I?

He kept having erections.

Thank you.

He was dying. I wanted a child.

It was a good way to have one

without the bother of a husband around...

...who had legal rights to my body.

So, one night at work...

...when the wounded and maimed

were all asleep, I went to him.

He was asleep.

But his erection was there, as always.

I removed my undergarments

and climbed on top of him.

He woke up then.

He said the only word other than his name

that I ever heard him utter.

He said, "good." It didn't take very long,

and that once was all that was needed.

You raped him! You raped a dying man!

- Are you all right?

- No!

Yes!

I have to get home now.

You've been very kind.

I've never heard anything...

Good night.

And then he died.

He did die.

Really?

Really.

Will you throw me in the air

like you used to?

You're too big for that now.

Now you don't have a father, either.

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