You Have Deep-seated Survival Anxieties. And You

Remember That Everyone Deserves Some Fun During Working Hours.

Nately Had A Bad Start. He Came From A Good Family.

"what Would They Do To Me," He Asked In Confidential Tones, "if I Refused To Fly Them?" "we'd Probably Shoot You," Ex-p.f.c. Wintergreen Replied. "we?" Yossarian Cried In Surprise. "what Do You Mean, We? Since When Are You On Their Side?" "if You're Going To Be Shot, Whose Side Do You Expect Me To Be On?" Ex-p.f.c. Wintergreen Retorted.

Who's They?" He Wanted To Know. "who, Specifically, Do You Think Is Trying To Murder You?" "every One Of Them," Yossarian Told Him. "every One Of Whom?" "every One Of Whom Do You Think?" "i Haven't Any Idea." "then How Do You Know They Aren't?" "because..." Clevinger Sputtered, And Turned Speechless With Frustration. Clevinger Really Thought He Was Right, But Yossarian Had Proof, Because Strangers He Didn't Know Shot At Him With Cannons Every Time He Flew Up Into The Air To Drop Bombs On Them, And It Wasn't Funny At All.

The Laws Of Nature Are Only As Immutable As The Minds Which Promote Them. Ignorance Of The Law Is 9/10ths Of The Law. Just Because You Aren't Paranoid Doesn't Mean They Aren't Out To Get You.