Catch 22 best quote

gotta be b8

my favorite was scheisskopf

>Dear Mrs., Mr., Miss, or Mr. and Mrs. Daneeka: Words cannot express the deep personal grief I experienced when your husband, son, father, or brother was killed, wounded, or reported missing in action.

>>9628010
I actually laughed out loud at that part of the book

>>9627450
But....he didn't die?

>>9628010
RIP in peace Doc Daneeka

>>9628039
he disappeared into the clouds and was assumed dead

>>9627450
>How was trump at Munich?

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>>9627450
rely meks u thunk ! ?

>"Hasn't it ever occurred to you that in your promiscuous pursuit of women you are merely trying to assuage your subconscious fears of sexual impotence?"
>"Yes, sir, it has."
>"Then why do you do it?"
>"To assuage my fears of sexual impotence.”

>snowden be kill

>>9627450
>"Clevinger was dead. That was the basic flaw in his philosophy."
Eww

>>9629116
That's pretty funny actually

>>9629159
It's a pretty funny book

really wanna re-read this

couldn't get over how funny it turned out to be when i read it years ago

>>9628046
Truly a great man, woman, boy or girl.
Speaking of Daneeka:

>'A little grease is what makes this world go round. One hand washes the other. Know what I mean? You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.'
>Yossarian knew what he meant.
>'That's not what I meant,' Doc Daneeka said, as Yosssarian began scratching his back. 'I'm talking about co-operation. Favors. You do a favor for me, I'll do one for you. Get it?'
>'Do one for me,' Yossarian requested.
>'Not a chance,' Doc Daneeka answered.

>>9627450
Best part of the book was Milo

>>9629172
I'll check it out. I thought OP's quote was kind of lame, but it might've been a bias, not sure.

people compare this book to MASH, but really it's more like Curb Your Enthusiasm

>I'm cold...

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>>9629442

>where are the snowdens of yesteryear?

>i've never paid for it

>oh well, what the hell