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Not
even
Clevinger
understood
how
Milo
could
do
that
,
and
Clevinger
knew
everything
.
Clevinger
knew
everything
about
the
war
except
why
Yossarian
had
to
die
while
Corporal
Snark
was
allowed
to
live
,
or
why
Corporal
Snark
had
to
die
while
Yossarian
was
allowed
to
live
.
It
was
a
vile
and
muddy
war
,
and
Yossarian
could
have
lived
without
it
—
lived
forever
,
perhaps
.
Only
a
fraction
of
his
countrymen
would
give
up
their
lives
to
win
it
,
and
it
was
not
his
ambition
to
be
among
them
.
To
die
or
not
to
die
,
that
was
the
question
,
and
Clevinger
grew
limp
trying
to
answer
it
.
History
did
not
demand
Yossarian
’
s
premature
demise
,
justice
could
be
satisfied
without
it
,
progress
did
not
hinge
upon
it
,
victory
did
not
depend
on
it
.
That
men
would
die
was
a
matter
of
necessity
;
which
men
would
die
,
though
,
was
a
matter
of
circumstance
,
and
Yossarian
was
willing
to
be
the
victim
of
anything
but
circumstance
.
But
that
was
war
.
Just
about
all
he
could
find
in
its
favor
was
that
it
paid
well
and
liberated
children
from
the
pernicious
influence
of
their
parents
.
Clevinger
knew
so
much
because
Clevinger
was
a
genius
with
a
pounding
heart
and
blanching
face
.
He
was
a
gangling
,
gawky
,
feverish
,
famish
-
eyed
brain
.
As
a
Harvard
undergraduate
he
had
won
prizes
in
scholarship
for
just
about
everything
,
and
the
only
reason
he
had
not
won
prizes
in
scholarship
for
everything
else
was
that
he
was
too
busy
signing
petitions
,
circulating
petitions
and
challenging
petitions
,
joining
discussion
groups
and
resigning
from
discussion
groups
,
attending
youth
congresses
,
picketing
other
youth
congresses
and
organizing
student
committees
in
defense
of
dismissed
faculty
members
.
Everyone
agreed
that
Clevinger
was
certain
to
go
far
in
the
academic
world
.
In
short
,
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
hanging
around
modern
museums
with
both
eyes
together
on
one
side
of
a
face
.
It
was
an
illusion
,
of
course
,
generated
by
Clevinger
’
s
predilection
for
staring
fixedly
at
one
side
of
a
question
and
never
seeing
the
other
side
at
all
.
Politically
,
he
was
a
humanitarian
who
did
know
right
from
left
and
was
trapped
uncomfortably
between
the
two
.
He
was
constantly
defending
his
Communist
friends
to
his
right
-
wing
enemies
and
his
right
-
wing
friends
to
his
Communist
enemies
,
and
he
was
thoroughly
detested
by
both
groups
,
who
never
defended
him
to
anyone
because
they
thought
he
was
a
dope
.
He
was
a
very
serious
,
very
earnest
and
very
conscientious
dope
.
It
was
impossible
to
go
to
a
movie
with
him
without
getting
involved
afterward
in
a
discussion
on
empathy
,
Aristotle
,
universals
,
messages
and
the
obligations
of
the
cinema
as
an
art
form
in
a
materialistic
society
.
Girls
he
took
to
the
theater
had
to
wait
until
the
first
intermission
to
find
out
from
him
whether
or
not
they
were
seeing
a
good
or
a
bad
play
,
and
then
found
out
at
once
.
He
was
a
militant
idealist
who
crusaded
against
racial
bigotry
by
growing
faint
in
its
presence
.
He
knew
everything
about
literature
except
how
to
enjoy
it
.
Yossarian
tried
to
help
him
.
"
Don
’
t
be
a
dope
,
"
he
had
counseled
Clevinger
when
they
were
both
at
cadet
school
in
Santa
Ana
,
California
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
tell
him
,
"
Clevinger
insisted
,
as
the
two
of
them
sat
high
in
the
reviewing
stands
looking
down
on
the
auxiliary
parade
-
ground
at
Lieutenant
Scheisskopf
raging
back
and
forth
like
a
beardless
Lear
.
"
Why
me
?
"
Lieutenant
Scheisskopf
wailed
.
"
Keep
still
,
idiot
,
"
Yossarian
advised
Clevinger
avuncularly
.
