Immmediately next door to Yossarian was Havermeyer, who liked peanut brittle and lived all by himself in the two man tent in which which he shot tiny field mice every night with huge bullets from the .45 he had stolen from the dead man in Yossarian's tent. On the other side of Havermeyer stood the tent McWatt no longer shared with Clevinger, who had still not returned when Yossarian came out of the hospital. McWatt shared his tent with Nately, who was away in Rome courting the sleepy whore he had fallen so deeply in love with there who was bored with her work and with him too. McWatt was crazy. He was a pilot and flew his plane as low as he dared over Yossarian's tent as often as he could just to see how much he could frighten him, and he loved to go buzzing with a wild, close roar over the wooden raft floating on empty oil drums past the sand bar at the immaculate white beach where the men went swimming naked. Sharing a tent with a man who was crazy wasn't easy, but Nately didn't care. He was crazy, too, and had gone every free day to work on the officers' club that Yossarian had not helped to build.
everyone uses every function about evenly. take NE for example. if there are those who don't use it much, then why are there such massive amounts of people constantly flowing through Wallmart with 20 items or less?