“The driver asked me if I would mind another brief detour, this time to a tombstone salesroom across the street from the cemetery.I wasn't a Bokononist then, so I agreed with some peevishness. As a Bokononist, of course, I would have agreed gaily to go anywhere anyone suggested. As Bokonon says: 'Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.”

“As Bokonon says: 'peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from god.”

“Unexpected travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God”

“Bizarre travel plans are dancing lessons from God.”

“Invitations to travel are like dancing lessons from God.”

“I thought this was trash.Of course it’s trash! says Bokonon.”

“And Castle nodded sagely. 'So this is a picture of the meaninglessness of it all! I couldn't agree more.''Do you really agree?' I asked. 'A minute ago you said something about Jesus.''Who?' said Castle.'Jesus Christ?''Oh,' said Castle. 'Him.' He shrugged. 'People have to talk about something just to keep their voice boxes in working order, so they'll have good voice boxes in case there's ever anything really meaningful to say.''I see.' I knew I wasn't going to have an easy time writing a popular article about him. I was going to have to concentrate on his saintly deeds and ignore entirely the satanic things he thought and said.”