My dear,
How nice it must be to keep the same face in all conversations. To never crack a smile, or a frown, or a laugh. How nice it must be to keep your best face upon you, unchanging, at all times. How nice it must be to see wrong done to your neighbor and have the heart to walk away. How nice to must be to that apathetic, that uncaring. How nice it must be to not be gay, or poor, or of a race of the minority. How nice it must be to ignore the gay, the poor, and the minorities because you aren’t them. How nice it must be to only care for yourself.
How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
Falsely yours,
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
