Title: Delighted
Product review: Vonnegut leaves us with little presents, useful little treasures that will be remembered for a lifetime. I will never again see a bum on a street corner without remembering how Kilgore Trout was mistaken for a bag lady, instead of a bag gentleman. When I have my next existential crisis, I will remember that the purpose of life is just to fart around. Finally, I'll be sure to plagarize the idea that steeplechasing is the perfect metaphor for life. How can anybody be ungrateful for these gifts?
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