Insanity Is Contagious.

Men Went Mad And Were Rewarded With Medals.

And Anything Worth Dying For

I’m Cold,' Snowden Said Softly, 'i’m Cold.' 'you’re Going To Be All Right, Kid,' Yossarian Reassured Him With A Grin. 'you’re Going To Be All Right.' 'i’m Cold,' Snowden Said Again In A Frail, Childlike Voice. 'i’m Cold.' 'there, There,' Yossarian Said, Because He Did Not Know What Else To Say. 'there, There.' 'i’m Cold,' Snowden Whimpered. 'i’m Cold.' 'there, There. There, There.

When I Read Something Saying I've Not Done Anything As Good As 'catch-22' I'm Tempted To Reply, 'who Has?'

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.