This sort of thing often happens to me: I quote a guy in a blog, for the first time in years, and he up and dies the next day. I made mention of "The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent" in movies on the 10th (that phrase was from "The Sirens of Titan" I think, and on the 11th he's kaput. Same thing happened when I quoted Hunter S. Thompson. This is too weird.

Anyways, I loved "Harrison Bergeron," but one of my favorites from Vonnegut is this observation of his from "Cat's Cradle":
(These passages are subsequent to an ecological disaster caused by Ice-Nine, a substance which has turned all the world's bodies of water permanently into a frozen state):
"He was up to nothing new. He was watching an ant farm he had constructed. He had dug up a few surviving ants in the three-dimensional world of the ruins of Bolivar, and he had reduced the dimensions to two by making a dirt and ant sandwich between two sheets of glass. The ants could do nothing without Frank's catching them at it and commenting upon it.
"The experiment had solved in short order the mystery of how ants could survive in a waterless world. As far as I know, they were the only insects that did survive, and they did it by forming with their bodies tight balls around grains of
ice-nine. They would generate enough heat at the center to kill half their number and produce one bead of dew. The dew was drinkable. The corpses were edible.
" 'Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die,' I said to Frank and his tiny cannibals.
"His response was always the same. It was a peevish lecture on all the things people could learn from ants.
"My responses were ritualized, too. 'Nature's a wonderful thing, Frank. Nature's a wonderful thing.'
"'You know why ants are so successful?' he asked me for the thousandth time. 'They co-
op-er-ate.'"