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'My father, for example, died of cancer of the livee and was never sick a day of his life right up till the moment it killed him. Never felt a twige of pain. In a way, that was too bad, since I hated my father. Lust for my mother, you know.'

This book is hilariously smart but way too long and slow. I'm starting to bore.

Captain Black understood at once that he was the logical man to succeed Major Duluth as squadron commander. To begin with, he was the squadron intelligence officer, which meant he was more intelligent than everyone else in the squadron.

...he had been born too late - exactly thirty-six hours too late for the physical well-being of his mother, a gentle, ailing woman who, after a full day and a half's agony in the rigors of childbirth, was depleted of all resolve to pursue further the argument over the new child's name. In the hospital corridor, her husband moved ahead with the unsmiling determination of someone who knew what he was about.

Clevinger was one of those people with lots of intelligence and no brains, and everyone knew it except those who soon found it out.
In short, he was a dope. He often looked to Yossarian like one of those people hang around modern museums with both eyes together on one side of a face...
He was very serious, very earnest and very conscientious dope. It was impossible to go to a movie with him without getting inv...