"Yossarian longed to sit on the floor in a huddled ball right on top of the escape hatch right inside a sheltering igloo of extra flak suits ... That was where he wanted to be if he had to be there at all, instead of hung out there in front like some goddamn cantilevered goldfish in some goddamn cantilevered goldfish bowl while the goddamn foul black tiers of flak were bursting and booming and billowing all around and above and below him in a climbing, cracking, staggered, banging, phantasmagorical, cosmological wickedness that jarred and tossed and shivered, clattered and pierced, and threatened to annihilate them all in one splinter of a second in one vast flash of fire."
"In the morning he stepped from his tent looking haggard, fearful and guilt-ridden, an eaten shell of a human buliding rocking perilously on the brink of collapse." re Hungry Joe
"The frog is almost five hundred million years old. Could you really say with much certainty that America, with all its strength and prosperity, with its fighting man that is second to none, and with its standard of living that is the highest in the world, will last as long as ... the frog?"
"Where the devil was heaven? Was it up? Down? There was no up or down in a finite but expanding universe in which even the vast burning, dazzling, majestic sun was in a state of progressive decay that would eventually destroy the earth too. There were no miracles; prayers went unanswered, and misfortune tramped with equal brutality on the virtuous and the corrupt..."
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