Clevinger benar -benar mengira dia benar, tetapi Yossarian punya bukti, karena orang asing yang dia tidak tahu menembaknya dengan meriam setiap kali dia terbang ke udara untuk menjatuhkan bom pada mereka, dan itu tidak lucu sama sekali. Dan jika itu tidak lucu, ada banyak hal yang tidak lebih lucu. Tidak ada yang lucu tentang hidup seperti gelandangan di tenda di pianosa di antara gunung -gunung gemuk di belakangnya dan laut biru yang tenang di depan yang dapat menelan seseorang dengan kram di mata berkedip -kedip dan mengirimnya kembali ke pantai tiga hari kemudian, semua tuduhan dibayar, membengkak, biru dan tiang -tiang, air berlari keluar melalui kedua nostril dingin.

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(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. And if that wasn't funny, there were lots of things that weren't even funnier. There was nothing funny about living like a bum in a tent in Pianosa between fat mountains behind him and a placid blue sea in front that could gulp down a person with a cramp in the twinkling of an eye and ship him back to shore three days later, all charges paid, bloated, blue and putrescent, water draining out through both cold nostrils.)