[b]Joseph Heller
Just for once I’d like to see all these things sort of straightened out, with each person getting exactly what he deserves. It might give me some confidence in this universe.[/b]
Among other things:
But that was war. Just about all he could find in its favor was that it paid well and liberated children from the pernicious influence of their parents.
Tell that to, among others, the arms manufacturers.
Victory gave us such insane delusions of grandeur that we helped start a world war we hadn’t a chance of winning. But now that we are losing again, everything has taken a turn for the better, and we will certainly come out on top again if we succeed in being defeated.
After all, when it comes to war, there’s not much you can’t spin.
And don’t tell me God works in mysterious ways, Yossarian continued, hurtling on over her objection. There’s nothing so 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, brainless, conceited, uncouth hayseed.
Sometimes you’ll just find yourself stammering, “fuck…fuck…fuck you God!”
Then pray to God that He doesn’t exist.
Nurse Duckett found Yossarian wonderful and was already trying to change him.
Into being as wonderful as she was probably.
Yossarian marveled that children could suffer such barbaric sacrifice without evincing the slightest hint of fear or pain. He took for granted that they did submit so stoically. If not, he reasoned, the custom would certainly have died, for no craving for wealth or immortality could be so great, he felt, as to subsist on the sorrow of children.
Subsisting? How about thriving on it.
You know the ones.