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Thursday, April 12, 2007

Make me young, make me young, make me young!

Kurt Vonnegut, etc.

To mark his rest, a small and resigned meditation by Vonnegut, from Slaughterhouse Five:

If what Billy Pilgrim learned from the Tralfamadorians is true, that we will all live forever, no matter how dead we may sometimes seem to be, I am not overjoyed. Still--if I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice.

May he visit the nice moments most often.

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