There Was Only One Catch And That

Yossarian Was Cold, Too, And Shivering Uncontrollably. He Felt Goose Pimples Clacking All Over Him As He Gazed Down Despondently At The Grim Secret Snowden Had Spilled All Over The Messy Floor. It Was Easy To Read The Message In His Entrails. Man Was Matter, That Was Snowden's Secret. Drop Him Out A Window And He'll Fall. Set Fire To Him And He'll Burn. Bury Him And He'll Rot, Like Other Kinds Of Garbage. The Spirit Gone, Man Is Garbage. That Was Snowden's Secret. Ripeness Was All. I'm Cold,' Snowden Said. 'i'm Cold.

Some People Are Born Mediocre, Some People Achieve Mediocrity, And Some People Have Mediocrity Thrust Upon Them.

He Knew Everything About Literature Except How To Enjoy It.

It's A Wise Person, I Guess, Who Knows He's Dumb, And An Honest Person Who Knows He's A Liar. And It's A Dumb Person, I Guess, Whose Convinced He's Wise...-bob Slocum

Some Men Are Born Mediocre, Some Men Achieve Mediocrity, And Some Men Have Mediocrity Thrust Upon Them. With Major Major It Had Been All Three. Even Among Men Lacking All Distinction He Inevitably Stood Out As A Man Lacking More Distinction Than All The Rest, And People Who Met Him Were Always Impressed By How Unimpressive He Was.