I want the abridged version
Vonnegut puzzles me sometimes.
I admire everything about him but I think if we knew each other in person we would be the clashing heads/hugging type.
Anyway finished Fates Worse Than Death by Vonnegut today.
I'm in a pure disgust mood.
I wish I could give up the ability to dream.
I wish I was the editor to every bit of input that I've ever had.
If that was the case though, and if the theory that life passes before your eyes right before death is true, my flashback would be severely short.
But it would be enjoyable at least.