They Can Do Anything We Can't Stop

Who's They?" He Wanted To Know. "who, Specifically, Do You Think Is Trying To Murder You?" "every One Of Them," Yossarian Told Him. "every One Of Whom?" "every One Of Whom Do You Think?" "i Haven't Any Idea." "then How Do You Know They Aren't?" "because..." Clevinger Sputtered, And Turned Speechless With Frustration. Clevinger Really Thought He Was Right, But Yossarian Had Proof, Because Strangers He Didn't Know Shot At Him With Cannons Every Time He Flew Up Into The Air To Drop Bombs On Them, And It Wasn't Funny At All.

Death To All Modifiers, He Declared One Day, And Out Of Every Letter That Passed Through His Hands Went Every Adverb And Every Adjective.

[they] Agreed That It Was Neither Possible Nor Necessary To Educate People Who Never Questioned Anything.

After He Made Up His Mind To Spend The Rest Of The War In The Hospital, Yossarian Wrote Letters To Everyone He Knew Saying That He Was In The Hospital But Never Mentioning Why. One Day He Had A Better Idea. To Everyone He Knew He Wrote That He Was Going On A Very Dangerous Mission. "they Asked For Volunteers. It's Very Dangerous, But Someone Has To Do It. I'll Write You The Instant I Get Back." And He Had Not Written Anyone Since.

Something Did Happen To Me Somewhere That Robbed Me Of Confidence And Courage And Left Me With A Fear Of Discovery And Change And A Positive Dread Of Everything Unknown That May Occur.