He Was A Self-made Man Who Owed

The Laws Of Nature Are Only As Immutable As The Minds Which Promote Them. Ignorance Of The Law Is 9/10ths Of The Law. Just Because You Aren't Paranoid Doesn't Mean They Aren't Out To Get You.

To Yossarian, The Idea Of Pennants As Prizes Was Absurd. No Money Went With Them, No Class Privileges. Like Olympic Medals And Tennis Trophies, All They Signified Was That The Owner Had Done Something Of No Benefit To Anyone More Capably Than Everyone Else.

Now You've Given Them Hope, And They're Unhappy. So The Blame Is All Yours.

It Is The Anonymous "they," The Enigmatic "they" Who Are In Charge. Who Is "they"? I Don't Know. Nobody Knows. Not Even "they" Themselves.

I’m Cold,' Snowden Said Softly, 'i’m Cold.' 'you’re Going To Be All Right, Kid,' Yossarian Reassured Him With A Grin. 'you’re Going To Be All Right.' 'i’m Cold,' Snowden Said Again In A Frail, Childlike Voice. 'i’m Cold.' 'there, There,' Yossarian Said, Because He Did Not Know What Else To Say. 'there, There.' 'i’m Cold,' Snowden Whimpered. 'i’m Cold.' 'there, There. There, There.