They Can Do Anything We Can't Stop

He Was A Self-made Man Who Owed His Lack Of Success To Nobody.

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.

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?

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.

I Could Not Write About A Subject Sacred To Me Because I Would Be Too Flippant. Fortunately, There Are No Subjects Sacred To Me.