在读：Slaughterhouse Five
*types in "so it goes" in the search engine*
*finds out how many people fucking died*
It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.
having a minor breakdown rn
what a fucking ending for an opening chapter i am obsessed/distressed/impressed etc
He screams on paper, Make them stop ... don't let them move anymore at all ... There, make them freeze ... once and for all! ... So that they won't disappear anymore!
I looked through the Gideon Bible in my motel room for tales of great destruction. The sun was risen upon the Earth when Lot entered into Zo-ar, I read. Then the Lord rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire from the Lord out of Heaven; and He overthrew those cities, and all the plain, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and that which grew upon the ground.
So it goes.
Those were vile people in both those cities, as is well known. The world was better off without them.
And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.
She was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes.
People aren't supposed to look back. I'm certainly not going to do it anymore.
I've finished my war book now. The next one I write is going to be fun. This one is a failure, and had to be, since it was written by a pillar of salt.
It begins like this: Listen: Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time.
It ends like this: Poo-tee-weet?
So-it-goes definition:
An expression of acceptance of misfortune in life.
So it goes.
我焯（不知如何用其他语言形容我的感想）
'The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.
'When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in a bad condition in that particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes."'
我尼玛 在图书馆无声狂笑 怎么这么好笑啊 
我以为这本书会很压抑来着
“a bitchy flibbertigibbet” “a filthy flamingo” “a rippling sound like the opening of a zipper on the fly of God Almighty” wtf Vonnegut go be a stand-up comedian
当我没说 
恐怖起来了，我缓缓放下吃的
“telegraphic schizophrenic” 感觉是对文风的精准总结