Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been demoted because he no longer gave a damn whether he missed or not. He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt, and his only mission each time he went up was to come down alive.
It was after the catastrophe, when they shot the president and machine-gunned the Congress and the army declared a state of emergency. They blamed it on the Islamic fanatics, at the time. Keep
see why you touched it in the first place, Mr. Link Deas was saying. You’ve got everything to lose from this, Atticus. I mean everything. Do you really
It was truly a splendid structure, and Yossarian throbbed with a mighty sense of accomplishment each time he gazed at it and reflected that none of the work that had gone into it was his.
İkisinin önünde de kahvaltı diye, kızarmış ekmekle kahve vardı yalnızca. Moralim bozuldu buna. Ben kalkmış jambonlu yumurta yerken, birilerinin yalnızca kahve içip, kızarmış ekmek yemesinden nefret ediyorum.
The days of my youth, as I look back on them, seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitive scraps like those morning snow storms of used tissue paper that a train passenger sees whirling in the wake of the observation car.
The longer I do my job, he said, the more I realize that humans lack good mirrors. It’s so hard for anyone to show us how we look, and so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.
