They Can Do Anything We Can't Stop

How Did I Get Here? Somebody Pushed Me. Somebody Must Have Set Me Off In This Direction And Clus-ters Of Other Hands Must Have Touched Themselves To The Controls At Various Times, For I Would Not Have Picked This Way For The World.

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.

I Can't Start Writing Until I Have A Closing Line.

We Do Have A Zeal For Laughter In Most Situations, Give Or Take A Dentist.

Actually There Were Many Officers' Clubs That Yossarian Had Not Helped Build, But He Was Proudest Of The One On Pianosa. It Was A Sturdy And Complex Monument To His Powers Of Determination. Yossarian Never Went There To Help Until It Was Finished; Then He Went There Often, So Pleased Was He With The Large , Fine, Rambling Shingled Building. It Was A Truly Splendid Building, And Yossarian Throbbed With A Mighty Sense Of Accomplishment Each Time He Gazed At It And Reflected That None Of The Work That Had Gone Into It Was His.