Sunday, September 19
God Bless You, Mr. Vonnegut
Finished reading the ebook of "Slaughterhouse 5" this afternoon, and began "Cat's Cradle." Kurt's amazing, casually strewing about gems like this one:
Miss Pefko wasn't used to chatting with someone as important as Dr. Breed and she was embarrased. Her gait was affected, becoming stiff and chickenlike. Her smile was glassy, and she was ransacking her mind for something to say, finding nothing in it but used Kleenex and costume jewelry.