pity is like rust to a cruel social machine

"we were put to work carrying corpses from Air-Raid shelters; women, children, old men; dead from concussion, fire or suffocation. Civilians cursed us and threw rocks as we carried bodies to huge funeral pyres in the city."

�Ray Boomhower/Indiana Historical Society

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Kurt Vonnegut begins his long pilgrimage to Tralfamadore, in Dresden, 1945.