The Night Was Full Of Horrors, And

Sure, That's What I Mean,' Doc Daneeka Said. 'a Little Grease Is What Makes This World Go Round. One Hand Washes The Other. Know What I Mean? You Scratch My Back, I'll Scratch Yours.' Yossarian Knew What He Meant. That's Not What I Meant,' Doc Daneeka Said, As Yossarian Began Scratching His Back.

Man Was Matter, That Was Snowden's Secret. Drop Him Out A Window, And He'll Fall. Set Fire To Him And He'll Burn. Bury Him And He'll Rot, Like Other Kinds Of Garbage. The Spirit Gone, Man Is Garbage. That Was Snowden's Secret. Ripeness Was All.

To Yossarian, The Idea Of Pennants As Prizes Was Absurd. No Money Went With Them, No Class Privileges. Like Olympic Medals And Tennis Trophies, All They Signified Was That The Owner Had Done Something Of No Benefit To Anyone More Capably Than Everyone Else.

She Was The Epitome Of Stately Sorrow Each Time She Smiled.

Success And Failure Are Both Difficult To Endure. Along With Success Come Drugs, Divorce, Fornication, Bullying, Travel, Meditation, Medication, Depression, Neurosis And Suicide. With Failure Comes Failure.