Where Were You Born?" "on A Battlefield,"

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.

The Enemy Is Anybody Who's Going To Get You Killed, No Matter Which Side He's On.

From Now On I'm Thinking Only Of Me." Major Danby Replied Indulgently With A Superior Smile: "but, Yossarian, Suppose Everyone Felt That Way." "then," Said Yossarian, "i'd Certainly Be A Damned Fool To Feel Any Other Way, Wouldn't I?

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.

Where Were You Born?" "on A Battlefield," [yossarian] Answered. "no, No. In What State Were You Born?" "in A State Of Innocence.