A very slow correspondence

A letter to a friend that I have been writing for a very long time. A letter that grew too big for its britches (somewhat like its author). A letter that just oozes on and on rather than coming to end like a dignified letter would.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Common Decency

Kurt Vonnegut is dead. Long live Kurt Vonnegut.

I find it natural to discuss life without ever mentioning love. It does not seem important to me. What does seem important? Bargaining in good faith with destiny... I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, "Please--a little less love, and a little more common decency." -Kurt Vonnegut

Kurt Vonnegut said that he was going to sue big tobacco because every pack he bought promised that it would kill him -- and he's 84 years old, been smoking for 70 years, and he wasn't dead yet. (I so wanted to be the kind of person who said things like that. Well, I was, wasn't I?) That he should, after all that industry put toward dying of lung cancer, have died of a head injury after falling down -- well. So it goes.

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