The Real Ultimate Sadness

Today I went to the library to check out a book by Kurt Vonnegut.  (Christos the Greek was there; it was weird.  That dude goes to all of my local hang-outs).  I had to walk past rack upon rack of DVDs before reaching the Adult Fiction section.  Only one Vonnegut book?  What the hell?  The library is a sad place where sad bibliophiles go to feel sad.