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“What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you squarely in the eye and said he would rather die than be killed in combat, a man who was at least as mature and inteligent as you were and who you had to pretend was not? What could you say to him?”

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Catch-22

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Joseph Heller
Joseph Heller

Joseph Heller was an American novelist known for his satirical and black humor style. His novel 'Catch-22' is considered one of the greatest novels of the 20th century and has had a profound impact on literature. more

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