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Catch-22 Did Not Exist, He Was Positive Of That, But It Made No Difference. What Did Matter Was That Everyone Thought It Existed, And That Was Much Worse, For There Was No Object Or Text To Ridicule Or Refute, To Accuse, Criticize, Attack, Amend, Hate, Revile, Spit At, Rip To Shreds, Trample Upon Or Burn Up.

How Much Reverence Can You Have For A Supreme Being Who Finds It Necessary To Include Such Phenomena As Phlegm And Tooth Decay In His Divine System Of Creation? What In The World Was Running Through That Warped, Evil, Scatological Mind Of His When He Robbed Old People Of The Power To Control Their Bowel Movements?

History Did Not Demand Yossarian's Premature Demise, Justice Could Be Satisfied Without It, Progress Did Not Hinge Upon It, Victory Did Not Depend On It. That Men Would Die Was A Matter Of Necessity; Which Men Would Die, Though, Was A Matter Of Circumstance, And Yossarian Was Willing To Be The Victim Of Anything But Circumstance. But That Was War. Just About All He Could Find In Its Favor Was That It Paid Well And Liberated Children From The Pernicious Influence Of Their Parents.

And Anything Worth Dying For

Mankind Is Resilient: The Atrocities That Horrified Us A Week Ago Become Acceptable Tomorrow.