I really did go back to Dresden with Guggenheim money (God love it) in 1967. It looked a lot like Dayton, Ohio, more open spaces than Dayton has. There must be tons of human bone meal in the ground.
You’ll pretend you were men instead of babies, and you’ll be played in the movies by Frank Sinatra and John Wayne or some of those other glamorous, war-loving, dirty old men. And war will look just wonderful, so we’ll have a lot more of them.
People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore. I’ve finished my book now. The next one I write is going to be fun. This one is a failure, and had to be, since it was written by a pillar of salt.