The whore, who said her name was Sandra, offered me delights unobtainable outside of Place and Pigalle and Port Said. I said I wasn’t interested, and she was bright enough to say that she wasn’t really interested either. As things turned out, we both had overestimated our apathies, but not by much.

Cat’s Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut

Just finished reading Cat’s Cradle a few weeks ago. Loved it. Loved the wry humor. For some reason, as I read it I kept imagining it made into a movie directed by Stanley Kubrick, shot in black and white, with Peter Sellers doing most of the main characters.

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