They were lovebirds. They entertained each other endlessly with little gifts: sights worth seeing out the plane window, amusing or instructive bits from things they read, random recollections of times gone by. They were, I think, a flawless example of what Bokonon calls a duprass, which is a karass composed of only two persons.

We were all gun nuts and they were called varmints, crows were, because they ate grain and so did we.

We are about to be attacked by Al Qaeda. Wave flags if you have them. That always seems to scare them away. I'm kidding.

God damn it, you've got to be kind.

Any form of government, not just Capitalism, is whatever people who have all our money, drunk or sober, sane or insane, decide to do today.

That is the first thing I know for sure: (1.) If the questions don't make sense, neither will the answers.

All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.