Nothing Intelligent About a Massacre
It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.
And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like “Poo-tee-weet?”
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Context: The author, speaking in his own voice, explains the book to his publisher.
Not in a duel yet
Source: Chapter 1