I love you, Eliza,โ I said. She thought about it. โNo,โ she said at last, โI donโt like it.โ โWhy not?โ I said. โItโs as though you were pointing a gun at my head,โ she said. โItโs just a way of getting somebody to say something they probably donโt mean. What else can I say, or anybody say, but, โI love you, tooโ?
Kurt VonnegutBut he is tired. He puts the pistol to his head again. He says, โI never asked to be born in the first place.
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