Where Are The Snowdens Of Yesteryear?

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.

Clevinger Was A Troublemaker And A Wise Guy. Lieutenant Scheisskopf Knew That Clevinger Might Cause Even More Trouble If He Wasn't Watched. Yesterday It Was The Cadet Officers; Tomorrow It Might Be The World. Clevinger Had A Mind, And Lieutenant Scheisskopf Had Noticed That People With Minds Tended To Get Pretty Smart At Times. Such Men Were Dangerous, And Even The New Cadet Officers Whom Clevinger Had Helped Into Office Were Eager To Give Damning Testimony Against Him. The Case Against Clevinger Was Open And Shut. The Only Thing Missing Was Something To Charge Him With.

Her Own Body Was Such A Familiar And Unremarkable Thing To Her That She Was Puzzled By The Convulsive Ecstasy Men Could Take From It, By The Intense And Amusing Need They Had Merely To Touch It, To Reach Out Urgently And Press It, Squeeze It, Pinch It, Rub It. She Did Not Understand Yossarian's Lust; But She Was Willing To Take Is Word For It.

Every Writer I Know Has Trouble Writing.

What Is A Country? A Country Is A Piece Of Land Surrounded On All Sides By Boundaries, Usually Unnatural. Englishmen Are Dying For England, Americans Are Dying For America, Germans Are Dying For Germany, Russians Are Dying For Russia. There Are Now Fifty Or Sixty Countries Fighting In This War. Surely So Many Countries Can't All Be Worth Dying For.