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I had a dream once, deep in the middle of that whole MFA thing, that I was chasing Kurt Vonnegut around the halls of some labyrinthine college, hollering at him because he was my professor and he had failed to grade some key large assignment for which I was obviously expecting a good grade. It says more about my anxiety at the time than it does about Vonnegut, but I've felt a link with him ever since.
By the way, there's an old undergrad essay I wrote on Cat's Cradle here. Scroll down to "Possibilities for a 'Better World.'"