Hocus Pocus

by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

I lifted the lid of what was indeed a sort of casket to me. It contained the remains of the soldier I used

I agree with the great Socialist writer George Orwell, who felt that rich people were poor people with money.

I didn’t see Donner on TV over there, but I did see myself a couple of times, or somebody who looked a whole lot like me in the distance, on old footage of the Vietnam War. I even yelled 1 time at the prison, “There I am! There I am!” Convicts gathered behind me, looking at the TV and saying, “Where? Where? Where?” But they were too late. I was gone again. Where did I go? Here I am.

“Preacher,” he said, referring to his skin, “I was born in a uniform.”

He said at last, “I am an American, not a European.” And she said to him, “Then why don’t you act like one?”