[b]Joseph Heller
He was never without misery, and never without hope.[/b]
In other words, it was a normal day.
What would they do to me, he asked in confidential tones, if I refused to fly them?
We’d probably shoot you, ex-P.F.C. Wintergreen replied.
We? Yossarian cried in surprise. What do you mean, we? Since when are you on their side?
If you’re going to be shot, whose side do you expect me to be on? ex-P.F.C. Wintergreen retorted.
Only nowadays it’s not just a military thing.
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?
Only nowadays it’s not just a military thing.
There was no telling what people might find out once they felt free to ask whatever questions they wanted to.
Cue, among others, Robert Mueller.
Surely there can’t be so many countries worth dying for.
Anything worth living for, said Nately, 'is worth dying for.
And anything worth dying for, answered the sacrilegious old man, is certainly worth living for.
Let’s call it “catch-23”.
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 or refute, to accuse, criticize, attack, amend, hate, revile, spit at, rip to shreds, trample upon or burn up.
Much like, for example, common sense.