“And it’s a good thing it doesn’t,” Yossarian told him, “because I never eat any of it. I have a liver condition.” “Oh, yes, I forgot,” said Milo, in a voice lowered deferentially. “Is it bad?” “Just bad enough,” Yossarian answered cheerfully. “I see,” said Milo. “What does that mean?” “It means that it couldn’t be better…” “I don’t think I understand.” “…without being worse. Now do you see?” “Yes, now I see. But I still don’t think I understand.”