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Kurt Vonnegut dies

Kurt Vonnegut RIP

So it goes.

NY Times obituary is here.

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Heh.

All male writers, incidentally, no matter how broke or otherwise objectionable, have pretty wives. Somebody should look into this.

I could quote him all day. And I might.

I get out of bed at 6:30 in the morning to switch off my alarm and turn on Today. This is usually followed by a good two hours of dozing and me then having to rush to the office. This morning I clambered back into bed just as the news summary mentioned this. Bang! Bolt upright, awake. Was the first one in today.

A truly sad day.

– Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.

– I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.

– We could have saved the Earth but we were too damned cheap.

– A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

I always loved this one, his answer to “why bother writing?”

Many people need desperately to receive this message: ‘I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people don’t care about them. You are not alone.’

This post from metafilter killed me:

I saw Vonnegut once, when I lived in Chicago. He was on a signing tour for Palm Sunday. I waited in line for hours at a Kroch & Brentano’s to have him sign my first edition of Breakfast of Champions. The woman in front of me in line had a baby and a toddler in one of those double strollers.

When she got to the head of the line, he looked at her stroller and said that he’d always wanted to borrow one baby and a double stroller and go to a playground in a park. Once there, he wanted to pretend to look for the “missing” child. After every parent and nanny there had become absorbed in helping him search and call for the non-existent toddler, he would turn to them, say “oh well, I still have this one” and walk off.

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