If Richard Nixon Was Second-rate, What In

He Was Sick With Lust And Mesmerized With Regret

It Doesn't Make A Damned Bit Of Difference Who Wins The War To Someone Who's Dead.

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.

But The God I Don't Believe In Is A Good God, A Just God, A Merciful God. He's Not The Mean And Stupid God You Make Him Out To Be.

He Found Luciana Sitting Alone At A Table In The Allied Officers' Night Club, Where The Drunken Anzac Major Who Had Brought Her There Had Been Stupid Enough To Desert Her For The Ribald Company Of Some Singing Comrades At The Bar. "all Right, I'll Dance With You," She Said, Before Yossarian Could Even Speak. "but I Won't Let You Sleep With Me." "who Asked You?" Yossarian Asked Her. "you Don't Want To Sleep With Me?" She Exclaimed With Surprise. "i Don't Want To Dance With You.