- Kurt Vonnegut, Unready to Wear
I stopped being mad at him the minute I got out of the body. I understood, you see. Nobody but a saint could be really sympathetic or intelligent for more than a few minutes at a time in a body--or happy, either, except in short spurts. I haven't met an amphibian yet who wasn't easy to get along with, and cheerful and interesting--as long as he was outside a body. And I haven't met one yet who didn't turn a little sour when he got into one.
It's Friday! And July!
Finished Welcome to the Monkey House yesterday, baking out on the Bald Spot. While I really just want more Vonnegut, until the bookstore gets a new crop I guess I'll start on some stories by a different German instead.
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Austrian.
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