|Kurt Vonnegut. myself. I was going to tell him that the money for the windows |
would come out of his fuel dealer's pocket, since the windows would save so
much fuel. But he didn't give me a chance. “Certainly I know who'd pay for 'em—
my wife ...
|In "Look at the Birdie," a quack psychiatrist turned "murder counsellor" concocts a novel new outlet for his paranoid patients. The stories are cautionary they also brim with his trademark humour.|