Even “lesser” Vonnegut (is this lesser Vonnegut? is there such a thing?) is top-shelf, top-notch Vonnegut.
To the as-yet-unborn, to all the innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life.
I have caught life. I have come down with life.
That is my principle objection to life, I think: It is too easy, when alive, to make perfectly horrible mistakes.