God damn Vonnegut, exactly right as usual. I can't believe how little attention I paid to Vonnegut when I was younger, I always dismissed him because I was insufferable and thought he was for dumb (cool) kids with poor taste (who did drugs).

But only he managed to finally capture feelings that I had been struggling with, in Slaughterhouse V, when the grindset self-made millionaire guy keeps making a point of telling a bombing survivor that "it had to be done." I could write a long essay about that exchange.