"...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?'"
These are selected out-of-context unpolished early snippets from a Slaughterhouse Five-inspired illustration piece. A work in progress for a CPIT 3rd-year illustration assignment. If it doesn't suck too much I'll post it up here later.
Said the dismembered Nazi to the overzealous illustrator: "You jerk, you completely missed the point of the book."