No matter what I really meant, uncritical love was what I needed

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Uncritical love is the only real treasure

My Helga I believe meant the things I said about the races of man and the machines of history – and I was grateful. No matter what I really, no matter what I really meant, uncritical love was what I needed – and my Helga was the angel who gave it to me.

Copiously.

No young person on earth is so excellent in all respects as to need no uncritical love. Good Lord – as youngsters play their parts in political tragedies of casts of billions, uncritical love is the only real treasure they can look for.


by Kurt Vonnegut (November 11, 1922 – April 11, 2007)
from Mother Night: A Novel, Chapter 10
also made into a movie, Mother Night, starring Nick Nolte

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