The Country Was In Peril; He Was

When You Consider The Opportunity And Power He Had To Really Do A Job, And Then Look At The Stupid, Ugly Little Mess He Made Of It Instead, His Sheer Incompetence Is Almost Staggering.

History Was A Trash Bag Of Random Coincidences Torn Open In A Wind. Surely, Watt With His Steam Engine, Faraday With His Electric Motor, And Edison With His Incandescent Light Bulb Did Not Have It As Their Goal To Contribute To A Fuel Shortage Some Day That Would Place Their Countries At The Mercy Of Arab Oil.

I Am Miracle Ingredient Z-247. I'm Immense. I'm A Real, Slam-bang, Honest-to-goodness, Three-fisted Humdinger. I'm A Bona Fide Supraman.

There Was Only One Catch And That Was Catch22, Which Specified That A Concern For One's Safety In The Face Of Dangers That Were Real And Immediate Was The Process Of A Rational Mind. Orr Was Crazy And Could Be Grounded. All He Had To Do Was Ask, And As Soon As He Did, He Would No Longer Be Crazy And Would Have To Fly More Missions. Orr Would Be Crazy To Fly More Missions And Sane If He Didn't, But If He Was Sane He Had To Fly Them. If He Flew Them He Was Crazy And Didn't Have To; But If He Didn't Want To He Was Sane And Had To.

"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.