I've used lines from this novel as my signature many times. Here are a few golden oldies:
Clevinger was dead. That was the basic flaw in his philosophy.
Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call Poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
T.S. Eliot!
Major Major had lied, and it was good.
Why would we be questioning you if you weren’t guilty?
“Why don’t we knock his goddam brains out?” he suggested with robust enthusiasm to the others.
Instead of being liked, he was dead.
The country was in peril; he was jeopardizing his traditional rights of freedom and independence by daring to exercise them.
And I have a particular fondness for the attempt to get people to buy and eat chocolate dipped Egyptian cotton. That whole chapter is hilarious. Every business student should be required to read it.
Maryn, overdue for a reread of the whole thing