Publisher's Synopsis
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time.Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, "If this isn't nice, I don't know what is."A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
