I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy ... all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another.
I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
Armistice Day has become Veterans' Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans' Day is not.
So I will throw Veterans' Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don't want to throw away any sacred things.
What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance.
And all music is.
-Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions (1973)
3 comments:
my favorite book
The only book I know which specifies lengths of penises of almost all characters. :)
I love its dark humour and how explanations of ordinary things give a feeling that the book is intended to be read by extraterrestials.
Also, Trout's books & short stories were awesome, especially the yeast one.
they took a day that was create to honor world peace and changed it to a day glorifying war
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