Catch-22 did not exist, he was positive of that, but it made no difference. What did matter was that everyone thought it existed, and that was much worse, for there was no object or text to ridicule o...
All were successful,and felt like failures.Gold no longer pretended to understand the nature of success.Instead,he pretended not to. He knew the components that were necessary:None,or maybe one:Dumb l...
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...
A distant warm look entered Major Danby's eyes. It must be nice to live like a vegetable, he conceded wistfully.It's lousy, answered Yossarian.No, it must be very pleasant to be free from all this dou...
A 22-es kimondja, hogy mindazt joguk van megtenni, amiben nem tudják őket megakadályozni.
The captain was a good chess player, and the games were always interesting. Yossarian had stopped playing chess with him because the games were so interesting they were foolish.
He knew how Christ must have felt as he walked through the world, like a psychiatrist through a ward full of nuts, like a victim through a prison full of thieves. What a welcome sight a leper must hav...
You have deep-seated survival anxieties. And you don't like bigots, bullies, snobs or hypocrites. Subconsciously there are many people you hate.Consciously, sir, consciously, Yossarian corrected in an...
Would you like to see your country lose?' Major Major asked. 'We won't lose. We've got more men, more money and more material. There are ten million men in uniform who could replace me. Some people ar...
When I look up, I see people cashing in. I don't see heaven or saints or angels. I see people cashing in on every decent impulse and every human tragedy.
What a lousy earth! He wondered how many people were destitute that same night even in his own prosperous country, how many homes were shanties, how many husbands were drunk and wives socked, and how...
They were four clean-cut kids who were having lots of fun, and they were driving Yossarian nuts. He could not make them understand that he was a crotchety old fogey of twenty-eight, that he belonged t...
There's nothing mysterious about it, He's not working at all. He's playing. Or else He's forgotten all about us. That's the kind of God you people talk about, a country bumpkin, a clumsy, bungling, br...
Like hell he was, said the first C.I.D. man. I'm the C.I.D. man arround here. Major Major could barely recognize him because he was wearing a faded maroon corduroy bathrobe with open seams under both...
He was working hard at increasing his life span. He did it by cultivating boredom.
He began to wonder with genuine concern just what sort of shithead the Pentagon had foisted on him.
Fortunately, just when things were blackest, the war broke out.
Everyone was elated with this turn of events, most of all Colonel Cathcart, who was convinced he had won a feather in his cap. He greeted Milo jovially each time they met and, in an excess of contrite...
Dunbar loved shooting skeet because he hated every minute of it and the time passed so slowly. He had figured out that a single hour on the skeet-shooting range with people like Havermeyer and Appleby...
Doc Daneeka gave him a pill and a shot that put him to sleep for twelve hours. When Yossarian woke up and went to see him, Doc Daneeka gave him another pill and a shot that put him to sleep for anothe...