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By Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Breakfast Of Champions is classic Vonnegut. considered one of his favourite characters, getting older author Kilgore Trout, reveals to his horror Midwest vehicle broker is taking his fiction as fact. the result's murderously humorous satire as Vonnegut seems to be at warfare, intercourse, racism, luck, politics, and pollutants in the US and reminds us tips to see the reality.

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The price of gold was still on the rise. Photographs of women’s underpants weren’t worth the paper they were printed on, and even high quality color motion pictures of wide-open beavers were going begging in the marketplace. There had been a time when a copy of Trout’s most popular book to date, Plague on Wheels, had brought as much as twelve dollars, because of the illustrations. It was now being offered for a dollar, and people who paid even that much did so not because of the pictures. They paid for the words.

The kindling was under dry firewood—which was under the bull. • • • Trout did another thing which some people might have considered eccentric: he called mirrors leaks. It amused him to pretend that mirrors were holes between two universes. If he saw a child near a mirror, he might wag his finger at a child warningly, and say with great solemnity, “Don’t get too near that leak. ” This was a way of saying that the speaker intended to drain liquid wastes from his body through a valve in his lower abdomen.

Tigers? No. Lions and tigers snoozed most of the time. The monsters I will name never snoozed. They inhabited our heads. They were the arbitrary lusts for gold, and, God help us, for a glimpse of a little girl’s underpants. “I thank those lusts for being so ridiculous, for they taught us that it was possible for a human being to believe anything, and to behave passionately in keeping with that belief—any belief. ” He paused, and then he recited with wry mournfulness the beginning of a poem he had learned to scream in Bermuda, when he was a little boy.

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