RIP

Well, I was missing more than a week, indeed, but today I've got a lot to write about. I just wish it wasn't so sad news...
Kurt Vonnegut died last night, at the age of 84.
Mr. Vonnegut suffered irreversible brain injuries as a result of a fall several weeks ago, according to his wife, Jill Krementz.
I can never forget a chapter from "Cat's Cradle", the chapter about the duprass. "Horlick Minton, the New American Ambassador to the Republic of San Lorenzo, and his wife, Claire...They were lovebirds. They entertained each other 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 only of two persons." The members of a duprass die within a week of each other. A true duprass can't be invaded, not even by children born of such a union.
It reflects part of my understanding of relationships.
I think it's time for me to read Vonnegut again. It's just a pity that the occasion is so sad.