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- author: Kurt Vonnegut
- content: 'Thompson, if he is to be believed, has sampled the entire rainbow of legal
- and illegal drugs in heroic efforts to feel better than he does. As for the truth
- about his health: I have asked around about it. I am told that he appears to be
- strong and rosy, and steadily sane. But we will be doing what he wants us to do,
- I think, if we consider his exterior a sort of Dorian Gray facade. Inwardly, he
- is being eaten alive by tinhorn politicians. The disease is fatal. There is no known
- cure. The most we can do for the poor devil, it seems to me, is to name his disease
- in his honor. From this moment on, let all those who feel that Americans can be
- as easily led to beauty as to ugliness, to truth as to public relations, to joy
- as to bitterness, be said to be suffering from Hunter Thompson''s disease. I don''t
- have it this morning. It comes and goes. This morning I don''t have Hunter Thompson''s
- disease.'
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