His specialty was alfalfa, and he made a good thing out of not growing any. The government paid him well for every bushel of alfalfa he did not grow. The more alfalfa he did not grow, the more money the government gave him, and he spent every penny he didn’t earn on new land to increase the amount of alfalfa he did not produce. Major Major’s father worked without rest at not growing alfalfa. On long winter evenings he remained indoors and did not mend harness, and he sprang out of bed at the crack of noon every day just to make certain that the chores would not be done. He invested in land wisely and soon was not growing more alfalfa than any other man in the county. Neighbours sought him out for advice on all subjects, for he had made much money and was therefore wise. “As ye sow, so shall ye reap,” he counselled one and all, and everyone said “Amen.
time is a flat circle. we’re doomed to have observant people point obviously and painfully ironic flaws in society, as society just sort of carries on anyway, repeating past stupidities and adding new ones.
Goddamn that book is so fucking good
time is a flat circle. we’re doomed to have observant people point obviously and painfully ironic flaws in society, as society just sort of carries on anyway, repeating past stupidities and adding new ones.
Joseph Heller, of course being the spiritual grandfather of chapotraphouse3.