I want you to take a good look at yourself."
Dutifully, Eliot looked himself over as best he could without a mirror. “I’m looking.”
“Now ask yourself, ‘Is this a dream? How did I ever get into such a disreputable condition?’”
Again dutifully, and without a trace of whimsicality, Eliot said to himself out loud, “Is this a dream? How did I ever get into such a disreputable condition?”
“Well? What is your answer?”
“Isn’t a dream,” Eliot reported.
“Don’t you wish it were
“What would I wake up to?”
“What you can be
. What you used
“You want me to start buying paintings for museums again? Would you be prouder of me, if I’d contributed two and a half million dollars to buy Rembrandt’s Aristotle Contemplating a Bust of Homer
“Don’t reduce the argument to an absurdity.”
“I’m not the one who did that
. Blame the people who put up that kind of money for that kind of picture. I showed a photograph of it to Diana Moon Glampers, and she said, ‘Maybe I’m dumb, Mr. Rosewater, but I wouldn’t give that thing house room.’
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater by Kurt Vonnegut