"When I myself am dead, God forbid, I hope some wag will say about me, ???He???s up in Heaven now.???And then there is the thing I think a little bit about what he must have been thinking recently, not just about himself but sort of about everything:Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: Make me young, make me young, make me young!I could go on, but I can't..." . . . .