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Prostitution Gives Her An Opportunity To Meet People. It Provides Fresh Air And Wholesome Exercise, And It Keeps Her Out Of Trouble.

Hungry Joe Collected Lists Of Fatal Diseases And Arranged Them In Alphabetical Order So That He Could Put His Finger Without Delay On Any One He Wanted To Worry About.

Clevinger Was A Troublemaker And A Wise Guy. Lieutenant Scheisskopf Knew That Clevinger Might Cause Even More Trouble If He Wasn't Watched. Yesterday It Was The Cadet Officers; Tomorrow It Might Be The World. Clevinger Had A Mind, And Lieutenant Scheisskopf Had Noticed That People With Minds Tended To Get Pretty Smart At Times. Such Men Were Dangerous, And Even The New Cadet Officers Whom Clevinger Had Helped Into Office Were Eager To Give Damning Testimony Against Him. The Case Against Clevinger Was Open And Shut. The Only Thing Missing Was Something To Charge Him With.

They're Trying To Kill Me," Yossarian Told Him Calmly. No One's Trying To Kill You," Clevinger Cried. Then Why Are They Shooting At Me?" Yossarian Asked. They're Shooting At Everyone," Clevinger Answered. "they're Trying To Kill Everyone." And What Difference Does That Make?

There Was Only One Catch And That Was Catch-22. Orr Would Be Crazy To Fly More Missions And Sane If He Didn't, But If He Was Sane He Had To Fly Them. If He Flew Them He Was Crazy And Didn't Have To; But If He Didn't Want To He Was Sane And Had To.