soon, but in the mean time, I’ve been reading between work.
Like all Earthlings at the point of death, Mary Young sent faint reminders of herself to those who had known her. She released a cloud of telepathic butterflies, and one of those brushes the cheek of Dwayne Hoover, nine miles away.
Dwayne heard a tired voice from somewhere behind his head, even though no one was back there. It said this to Dwayne: “Oh my, oh my.”
-Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut Jr., p.66
As much as I enjoy Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions was by far his most depressing book I’ve read yet. Can’t say that i’d read it again, but Jailbird and Slaughterhouse Five would be worth the time.