the last book I ever read (Slaughterhouse-Five, excerpt five

from Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five:

And then Billy traveled in time to when he was sixteen years old, in the waiting room of a doctor. Billy had an infected thumb. There was only one other patient waiting--an old, old man. The old man was in agony because of gas. He farted tremendously, and then he belched.

"Excuse me," he said to Billy. Then he did it again. "Oh God--" he said. "I knew it was going to be bad getting old." He shook his head. "I didn't know it was going to be this bad."