With the Nobel Prize for Literature being handed out tomorrow afternoon, I got a kick out of this little passage from Kurt Vonnegut's A Man without a Country:

I used to be the owner and manager of an automobile dealership in West Barnstable, Massachusetts, called Saab Cape Cod. It and I went out of business thirty-three years ago. The Saab then, as now, was a Swedish car, and I now believe my failure as a dealer so long ago explains what would otherwise remain a deep mystery: Why the Swedes have never given me a Nobel Prize for Literature. Old Norwegian proverb: "Swedes have short dicks but long memories."

Comments

[Citizen Reader]

God, do I miss Kurt.

[Brandon]

As do I. So it goes.