I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours. - Kurt Vonnegut

During my most recently controlled near-death experience, I got to interview William Shakespeare. We did not hit it off. He said the dialect I spoke was the ugliest English he had ever heard, “fit to split the ears of groundlings.” He asked if it had a name, and I said “Indianapolis.”

Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!"

It was an appalling thought, to be so well-integrated into the machinery of society and history as to be able to move in only one plane, and along one line.