The more I learn about Kurt Vonnegut, the more I love him, and I already love him a lot. Somehow, though, I had never actually heard this story before:
“In the mid 1950s, Vonnegut worked very briefly for Sports Illustrated magazine, where he was assigned to write a piece on a racehorse that had jumped a fence and attempted to run away. After staring at the blank piece of paper on his typewriter all morning, he typed, ‘The horse jumped over the fucking fence,’ and left.”
To be fair and balanced, he really should have gotten a pull quote from the horse.