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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 136 Three days later the kitten is dead. Remy and Chris weep. We bury her in the back yard, wrapped in the little towel, onto which I have pinned a note: All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, all things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all. The boys are not comforted. I put my arms around them and we all three weep. Consolation comes from sharing with somebody who cares. We shared. Vonnegut's Tralfamadorians, seeing in four dimensions instead of three, see that "all moments, past, present, and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just the 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, 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 |
