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.
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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.