Small excerpt of "Player Piano" by Vonnegut

It's not what the novel revolves around. It is only a piece that is short enough for me to share and that I really like. I also have not posted in a while. (not like anyone cares much - I've been busy with school.)

"Anyway," said the girl, "my husband's book was rejected by the Council."
"Badly written," said Halyard primly. "The standards are high." [...]
"And," the girl continued, "it had an antimachine theme." [...]
"He didn't care. He had to write it, so he wrote it."
"Why doesn't he write about clipper ships, or something like that? This book about the old days on the Erie Canal-the man who wrote that is cleaning up. Big demand for that barechested stuff." [he said]
She shrugged helplessly. "Because he never got mad at the clipper ships or the Erie Canal, I guess."
"He sounds very maladjusted," said Halyard distastefully. "If you ask me, my dear, he needs the help of a competent psychiatrist. They do wonderful things in psychiatry these days. Take perfectly hopeless cases, and turn them into grade A citizens. Doesn't he believe in psychiatry?"
"Yes, indeed. He watched his brother find peace of mind through psychiatry. That's why he won't have anything to do with it."
"I don't follow. Isn't his brother happy?"
"Utterly and always happy. And my husband says somebody's just got to be maladjusted; that somebody's got to be uncomfortable enough to wonder where people are, where they're going, and why they're going there. That was the trouble with his book. It raised those questions, and was rejected. [...]"