Sure, there’s a catch,” Doc Daneeka replied. “Catch-22. Anyone who wants to get out of combat duty isn’t really crazy.
Yossarian attended the education sessions because he wanted to find out why so many people were working so hard to kill him.
And between us now there is this continual underground struggle over something trivial and nebulous that won’t abate and has lasted nearly as long as the two of us have known each other. “I love you.
Neighbors sought him out for advice on all subjects, for he had made much money and was therefore wise.
Moses has the Ten Commandments, it’s true, but I’ve got much better lines – King David.
As soon as there was profit, there were people who wanted to make it, more than they wanted to make anything else.
Even when he cheated he couldn’t win, because the people he cheated against were always better at cheating too.
And he knew something else as a social evolutionist that he might stress someday in his ‘Every Change Is for the Worse’ should he ever find time to write it: Gold knew that the most advanced and penultimate stage of a civilization was attained when chaos masqueraded as order, and he knew we were already there.
Death was irreversible, he suspected, and he began to think he was going to lose.
He mashed hundreds of cakes of GI soap into the sweet potatoes just to show that people have the taste of Philistines and don’t know the difference between good and bad.
Superman?’ Clevinger cried. ‘Superman?’ ‘Supraman,’ Yossarian corrected.
Major Major’s father was a sober God-fearing man whose idea of a good joke was to lie about his age. He was a long-limbed farmer, a God-fearing, freedom-loving, law-abiding rugged individualist who held that federal aid to anyone but farmers was creeping socialism. He advocated thrift and hard work and disapproved of loose women who turned him down.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt, and his only mission each time he went up was to come down alive. The.
I have some decades to spare. Do you know how long a year takes when it’s going away?
What does the fish remind you of?” “Other fish.” “And what do the other fish remind you of?” “Other fish.” Major Sanderson sat back disappointedly. “Do you like fish?” “Not especially.
It was truly a splendid structure, 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. There.
And you can’t let crazy people decide whether you’re crazy or not, can you?
I’d rather have peanut brittle crumbs on my face than flies in my eyes,” Havermeyer retorted.
Sure there’s a catch,” Doc Daneeka replied. “Catch-22. Anyone who wants to get out of combat duty isn’t really crazy.” There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one’s own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind.
Yossarian makes any attempts to excuse himself from the perilous missions then he is caught in Catch-22: if he flies he is crazy, and doesn’t have to; but if he doesn’t want to he must be sane and has to. That’s some catch...