So it goes.

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And it is surely curious that I, as an outspoken enemy of the disease called "loneliness," should now remember as my happiest times in Ithaca the hours when I was most alone. I was happiest when I was all alone- and it was very late at night, and I was walking up the hill after having helped to put The Sun to bed. All the other university people, teachers, and students alike, were asleep. They had been playing games all day long with what was known about real life. They had been repeating famous arguments and experiments, and asking one another the sorts of hard questions real life would be asking by and by.

We on The Sun were already in the midst of real life. By God, if we weren't! We had just designed and written and caused to be manufactured yet another morning newspaper for a highly intelligent American community of respectable size-yes, and not during the Harding Administration, either, but during 1940, '41 and '42, with the Great Depression ending, and with World War Two well begun.

I am an atheist, as some of you may have gleaned from my writings. But I have to tell you that, as I trudged up that hill so late at night and all alone, I knew that God Almighty approved of me.

- Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., 1922-2007