Character: Yossarian

- Crazy, - obstinately repeated Clevinger.
- They try to kill me - judiciously said Yossarian.
- Yes why you? - go out Clevinger.
- And why are they shooting at me?

Every victim was a culprit, every culprit a victim, and someone finally needs to rise in all growth and to break this became a habit, a nasty chain that threatens every living soul. No matter how great was the thirst for wealth, no matter how great was the desire of immortality, no one dares to build their prosperity on someone's tears.

- I would probably gladly agreed to live the life of a plant and never make any important decisions.
- What kind of plant you want to be?
- Well, let's say, a cucumber or a carrot.
- Some cucumber - a fresh, green or rotten?
- Fresh, of course.
- As soon as you ripe, you pluck, cut into pieces and make you a salad.
- Well then - the most useless pickle.
- Then you will be left to rot in the garden, you will fertilize the soil, and at this point, it will become a full-fledged cucumbers.
- No, I don't want to have plant life...