Quote by Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

... this is a hard world to be ludicrous in, with so many human beings so reluctant to laugh, so incapable of thought, so eager to believe and snarl and hate. So many people wanted to believe me! Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile!


... this is a hard world to be ludicrous in, with so many hu

Summary

This quote highlights the difficulty of embracing humor and absurdity in a world filled with people who are unwilling to laugh and unable to think critically. The speaker remarks on the alarming number of individuals who readily believe everything without questioning, thus emphasizing their disdain for blind faith. They view the unquestioning capacity for belief as both terrifying and morally repugnant, as it hinders intellectual growth and can lead to hostility and hatred.

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By Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night
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