Catch-22

This was an assault of funny craziness and bureaucratic madness.

Catch-22 was an funny book; I especially enjoyed the dialogues. A beautiful example:

“And it’s a good thing it doesn’t,” Yossarian told him, “because I never eat any of it. I have a liver condition.”
“Oh, yes, I forgot,” said Milo, in a voice lowered deferentially. “Is it bad?”
“Just bad enough,” Yossarian answered cheerfully.
“I see,” said Milo. “What does that mean?”
“It means that it couldn’t be better…”
“I don’t think I understand.”
“…without being worse. Now do you see?”
“Yes, now I see. But I still don’t understand.”
“Well,, don’t let it trouble you. Let it trouble me. You see, I don’t really have a liver condition. I’ve just got the symptoms. I have a Garnett-Fleischaker syndrome.”
“I see,” said Milo. “And what is a Garnett-Fleischaker syndrome?”
“A liver condition.”