If Character Is Destiny, The Good Are

Major Major Never Sees Anyone In His Office While He's In His Office.

It Was Miraculous. It Was Almost No Trick At All, He Saw, To Turn Vice Into Virtue And Slander Into Truth, Impotence Into Abstinence, Arrogance Into Humility, Plunder Into Philanthropy, Thievery Into Honor, Blasphemy Into Wisdom, Brutality Into Patriotism, And Sadism Into Justice. Anybody Could Do It; It Required No Brains At All. It Merely Required No Character.

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.

She Was The Epitome Of Stately Sorrow Each Time She Smiled.

There Was No Telling What People Might Find Out Once They Felt Free To Ask Whatever Questions They Wanted To.