He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren't really very good- no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in.
Yup
Huh?
The dance-it was nice.
That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did.
And she had to apologize at once for her voice, which was a very unfair voice for a woman to use. Her voice was a warm, luminous, timeless melody. "Excuse me-" she said, and she began again, making her voice absolutely uncompetitive.
The realization was blasted from his mind instantly by the sound of an automobile collision in his head.When George could open his eyes again, the photograph of Harrison was gone. A living, breathing Harrison filled the screen.
My God-that must be Harrison!
It was then that Diana Moon Glampers, the Handicapper General, came into the studio with a double-barreled ten-gauge shotgun. She fired twice, and the Emperor and the Empress were dead before they hit the floor.
You been crying?
What about?
I forget. Something real sad on TV.
Yup.
 Kurt Vonnegut’s Harrison Burgeron is a satire on the idea that no one should make anyone else feel small. In the world Vonnegut creates everyone is forced to be exactly the same so that no one has to compete or feel less of themselves. No one can be allowed to pull ahead or work on their talents, because the people left behind will feel small. This causes people who are naturally gifted, specifically Harrison, to go crazy. It is shown to stunt progress and force everyone to live in a dream-like and simple state of mind.