“Didn’t I read in the paper the other day where they’d finally found out what [the basic secret of life] was?”
“I missed that,” I murmured.
“I saw that,” said Sandra. “About two days ago.”
“That’s right,” said the bartender.
“What is the secret of life?” I asked.
“I forget,” said Sandra.
“Protein,” the bartender declared. “They found something about protein.”
“Yeah,” said Sandra. “that’s it.”
From Cat’s Cradle, pg. 25. Prescience is not what you’d want from this book, given the ending.
