[they] Agreed That It Was Neither Possible

Actually There Were Many Officers' Clubs That Yossarian Had Not Helped Build, But He Was Proudest Of The One On Pianosa. It Was A Sturdy And Complex Monument To His Powers Of Determination. Yossarian Never Went There To Help Until It Was Finished; Then He Went There Often, So Pleased Was He With The Large , Fine, Rambling Shingled Building. It Was A Truly Splendid Building, 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.

It Made Him Proud That 29 Months In The Service Had Not Blunted His Genius For Ineptitude.

Major Major Had Lied, And It Was Good. He Was Not Really Surprised That It Was Good, For He Had Observed That People Who Did Lie Were, On The Whole, More Resourceful And Ambitious And Successful Than People Who Did Not Lie.

He Had Decided To Live Forever Or Die In The Attempt.

I'm Gonna Live Forever, Or Die Trying.