Slaughterhouse-Five

Lionel Merble was a machine. Tralfamadorians, of course, say that every creature and plant in the Universe is a machine. It amuses them that so many Earthlings are offended by the idea of being machines.

So it goes.

So it goes.

So it goes.

It would make a good epitaph for Billy Pilgrim—and for me, too.

He was so snug in there that he was able to pretend that he was safe at home, having survived the war, and that he was telling his parents and his sister a true war story—whereas the true war story was still going on.

“He has always pressed it, and he always will. We always let him and we always will let him. The moment is structured that way.”

So it goes.

“It was like the moon,” said Billy Pilgrim.