An interesting read, but one I struggled through. I have a love/hate relationship with this book. I became fed up with the non-linear storyline, the repeating of phrases between characters and was even bored by a lot of it. However, the characters, namely Yossarian, Milo and the Chaplain, kept me reading. They were goofy and sad and tragic all at once. Trapped by the war, they did what they could to survive.

One passage that stuck out takes place in the Chaplain’s mind as he struggles with himself and his beliefs.

Doubts of such kind gnawed at the chaplain’s lean, suffering frame insatiably. Was there a single true faith, or a life after death? How many angels could dance on the head of a pin, and with what matters did God occupy himself in all the infinite aeons before Creation? Why was it necessary to put a protective seal on the brow of Cain if there were no other people to protect him from? Did Adam and Eve produce daughters? These were the great, complex questions of ontology that tormented him. Yet they never seemed nearly as crucial to him as the question of kindness and good manners. He was pinched perspiringly in the epistemological dilemma of the skeptic, unable to accept solutions to problems he was unwilling to dismiss as unsolvable. He was never without misery, and never without hope.