Vonnegut once wrote of his uncle Alex, who was educated at Harvard,
"I am eternally grateful to him, and indirectly to what Harvard used
to be, I suppose, for my knack of finding in great books, some of
them very funny books, reason enough to feel honored to be alive, no
matter what else might be going on." Timequake (Berkley Trade, 1998),
p. 182.
I miss the days way back when I read Vonnegut's very funny books,
some of them great, because they gave me reason enough to feel
honored to be alive, no matter what else was going on.
