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Novelist Kurt Vonnegut dies at 84
No random noises in my head will make me forget his work. No thick lenses will make it too hard for me to read it. No mask can hide the beauty and power of his writing.
His voice is stilled, but his voice will resonate in the souls of the divergent for as long as there are such folks. The irony of mandatory readings of Harrison Bergeron in schools will continue.
And Kilgore Trout will continue to be a hack, no matter how hard Phil Farmer tries.
I will miss Kurt Vonnegut, mostly in an abstract way, if not abstruse. He is one whose passing most prompts me to hope that there is some sort of continuation after death.
I think tomorrow's psychology class will take a look at Vonnegut, in memoriam.
No random noises in my head will make me forget his work. No thick lenses will make it too hard for me to read it. No mask can hide the beauty and power of his writing.
His voice is stilled, but his voice will resonate in the souls of the divergent for as long as there are such folks. The irony of mandatory readings of Harrison Bergeron in schools will continue.
And Kilgore Trout will continue to be a hack, no matter how hard Phil Farmer tries.
I will miss Kurt Vonnegut, mostly in an abstract way, if not abstruse. He is one whose passing most prompts me to hope that there is some sort of continuation after death.
I think tomorrow's psychology class will take a look at Vonnegut, in memoriam.
