Sublime

Once I understood what was making America such a dangerous, unhappy nation of people who had nothing to do with real life, I resolved to shun storytelling. I would write about life.

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Eliot Rosewater.

An anecdote:

His life was powered by a battery with loneliness at one pole and rage at the opposite

picked him up, and stuffed him in a trash can somewhere in the [school] building. I know all this only secondhand, Kurt never told me, but it was common knowledge. It was no lighthearted joke but seemed to fester with time, because it surfaced at our fiftieth reunion.” Two of the “jocks” of the class opposed having Vonnegut give the main speech at

“If you’re ever in Cody, Wyoming,” he told himself, “just ask for Wild Bob.”