u/Life_Cod6551

Got an idea for a brutal dictator, and had a perfect name for him.

Donald: Royal roots, and means a ruler of a world.

Trump: A suit that outranks other suits. This character is the highest ranking a man can get. Trump can also mean something false and phony. It is also Irish and British slang for a windy fart, which pokes a bit of fun at him. The name in general has an odious, gluttonous, and bloated feeling to it. What do you think?

God I love nuts. What's your favourite nuts? Been snacking on cashews daily.

P.S: You know any good pairing nuts? You know, nuts you could pour into the same bowl and snack on at the same time. To increase the flavour.

You have no idea how happy I am. I just finished Catch-22 and after things like The Eternal City and Snowden and all of that horror I expected an absolutely miserable ending. While I was reading the final chapter (Yossarian!) I knew, mountingly, that it would end mournfully. What a helpless situation Yossarian! was in, I thought. Orr is alive. Orr is alive? Orr is alive! You have no clue how gigantic my smile was. It was like I had crab apples and horse chestnuts stuck in my cheeks. In a novel so dreadful and absurd and funny and bleak the ending manages to be none of these things. It is resoundingly happy and hopeful, it is incredibly clear, it is not funny but strikingly earnest. Against all absurdity and misery and granite men and black eyes and Colonels and Majors and shady deals and Nately's Girlfriends and Catch-22's the ending brought me into sobs because it struck me in the gut by having things end not horribly. What a phenomenal book.

Was reading Catch-22, got to chapter thirty and it was very pleasant. The relationship between Yo-yo and Nurse Duckett was very, very joyful. The whole beach scene was humorous and generally happy. I'm cruising along languidly, and suddenly Kid Sampson has been cut in half by McWatt's plane. What an absolute gut punch. In a moment the poor silly sod is cut in half with a plane. And to make matters worse, McWatt decides, oh what the hell, and crashes into the side of a mountain killing himself. And if that isn't enough, Colonel Cathcart is so terribly upset and surely distraught with the fates of these two good men he RAISES THE NUMBER OF MISSIONS TO SEVENTY THE DEGENERATE! And poor Doc Dankea died as well. No he's really dead. Don't believe him when he tells you he isn't. And his poor wife has the worst fate of all, she has to live in Michigan.

Joseph Heller is a jerk who manages to be darkly comic by slugging you in the head and saying "cheer up, looking at "Yossarian's! (what a dreadful name) new roommates. Aren't they funny?" Hate him in his heartless cleverness.