We Do Have A Zeal For Laughter

After He Made Up His Mind To Spend The Rest Of The War In The Hospital, Yossarian Wrote Letters To Everyone He Knew Saying That He Was In The Hospital But Never Mentioning Why. One Day He Had A Better Idea. To Everyone He Knew He Wrote That He Was Going On A Very Dangerous Mission. "they Asked For Volunteers. It's Very Dangerous, But Someone Has To Do It. I'll Write You The Instant I Get Back." And He Had Not Written Anyone Since.

There Are Yawning Gulfs Into Which Large Chunks Of Me Have Fallen. I Do Not Always Know Where I Am At Present.

The Enemy," Retorted Yossarian With Weighted Precision, "is Anybody Who's Going To Get You Killed, No Matter Which Side He's On, And That Includes Colonel Cathcart. And Don't You Forget That, Because The Longer You Remember It, The Longer You Might Live.

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?

You Know, That Might Be The Answer - To Act Boastfully About Something We Ought To Be Ashamed Of. That's A Trick That Never Seems To Fail.