And Anything Worth Dying For

History Was A Trash Bag Of Random Coincidences Torn Open In A Wind. Surely, Watt With His Steam Engine, Faraday With His Electric Motor, And Edison With His Incandescent Light Bulb Did Not Have It As Their Goal To Contribute To A Fuel Shortage Some Day That Would Place Their Countries At The Mercy Of Arab Oil.

Yossarian Decided To Change The Subject. "now You're Changing The Subject." He Pointed Out Diplomatically. "i'll Bet I Can Name Two Things To Be Miserable About For Every One You Can Name To Be Thankful For.

¨ Oh, I´m Not Complaining. I Know There´s A War On. I Know A Lot Of People Are Going To Have To Suffer For Us To Win It. But Why Must I Be One Of Them?¨

Gold Was Not Altogether Certain What, Anatomically, A Gorge Was, But He Knew That His Was Rising.

Only Hungry Joe Had Something Better To Do Each Time He Finished His Missions. He Had Screaming Nightmares And Won Fist Fights With Huple's Cat.