The Tralfamadorian's view of time is clearly stated in the 4th chapter. "Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why." (Vonnegut 77)
It seems that we are trapped in the moments themselves. If time is no obstacle, all the different moments certainly become a huge one. "Trapped in the amber of this moment" Trapped.
After reading Orwell's essay "Politics and the English Language" the other day in class, every single word that I read poses the question why?
Why that word?
The word trapped is an illustration of its own.
In my opinion, being trapped in time is more acceptable than being trapped inside my own life moments. The limitations of yesterday, today, and tomorrow seem better than watching your own life from the side lines.
I believe that man's frustration with life will be highly escalated through Billy Pilgrim's eyes i this novel. Chained to his own life, Billy begins to lose his memory of what life is. It's as if his life was a gigantic, repeating, deja vu.
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Words are also trapped in time. Words, words, words, as Hamlet says.
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