Everyone agreed that Clevinger would have made a career in academia. In short, Clevinger was one of those people who have a lot of intelligence and no brains, and everyone knew it except those who have discovered a short time.
In short, Clevinger was a simpleton. Often, in the eyes of Yossarian, he looked like one of those people hanging on the walls of modern art museums, which have both eyes on the same side of the face. It was an illusion, of course, generated by the predilection of Clevinger stubbornly set on one side of the problem and never even see each other.
un'umanitarista policy was that could distinguish left from right, and it was uncomfortably caught in the middle. He was constantly defending his friends from his enemies and his friends right right from its enemies, was so devoutly hated by both groups, who never defended it at anyone because they thought it was a dupe.
was a very serious, zealous, conscientious gonzo. You could not go to the movies with him without getting involved in a discussion on empathy, on Aristotle, on the universal messages about the responsibilities of cinema as an art form in a materialistic society. The girls wore to the theater had to wait until the first interval to determine if he was seeing the play was good or bad, but then he came to know without any doubt. (...) He knew everything about literature except how to read with pleasure. Catch 22, Joseph Heller, Simon and Schuster, 2000. (Page 71)