You Have No Respect For Excessive Authority

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.

Yossarian Was Cold, Too, And Shivering Uncontrollably. He Felt Goose Pimples Clacking All Over Him As He Gazed Down Despondently At The Grim Secret Snowden Had Spilled All Over The Messy Floor. It Was Easy To Read The Message In His Entrails. 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. I'm Cold,' Snowden Said. 'i'm Cold.

Something Did Happen To Me Somewhere That Robbed Me Of Confidence And Courage And Left Me With A Fear Of Discovery And Change And A Positive Dread Of Everything Unknown That May Occur.

Some Men Are Born Mediocre, Some Men Achieve Mediocrity, And Some Men Have Mediocrity Thrust Upon Them. With Major Major It Had Been All Three. Even Among Men Lacking All Distinction He Inevitably Stood Out As A Man Lacking More Distinction Than All The Rest, And People Who Met Him Were Always Impressed By How Unimpressive He Was.

"what Would They Do To Me," He Asked In Confidential Tones, "if I Refused To Fly Them?" "we'd Probably Shoot You," Ex-p.f.c. Wintergreen Replied. "we?" Yossarian Cried In Surprise. "what Do You Mean, We? Since When Are You On Their Side?" "if You're Going To Be Shot, Whose Side Do You Expect Me To Be On?" Ex-p.f.c. Wintergreen Retorted.