When You Love a Potato, It's Fate

When You Love a Potato, It's Fate

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  • Date Submitted: 10/03/2013 3:20 AM
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Have you ever wanted to go back in time and change your fate? Everyone young or old would

love to change what they did wrong in the past. If you have the chance to change it, most people would

change almost everything about their life and about them. Your fate is your destiny in this world. You

wouldn't be born if you didn't have a fate to fulfill. In the story the it talks about a guy who rather live

life the way it is and make the chances of life get him.

Billy goes back in time in random dates. He sees his wedding day, 1955,1941, and 1963. He

could try to change the course of his wedding day, but he chooses to go with it. Not only that but he

can change the whole course in his life.:

“Billy has gone to sleep and senile widower and awakened on his wedding day. He has walked through a door in 1955 and come out another one in 1941. He has gone back through that door to find himself in 1963. He has seen his birth and death many times, he says, and pays random visits to all the events in between. He says. Billy is spastic in time, has no control over where he is going next, and the trips aren't necessarily fun.” (Vonnegut, 15)

When Billy went back in time he was completely sane, and accepted whats going to happen to

him. He remembers the day the Tralfamadore abducted him. He wanted to see them and want to

learn more about them. So, he choose to get captured by them. It's he's duty to tell people about the

aliens and how their life is.:

Somewhere in there was Christmas. Billy Pilgrim nestled like a spoon with the hobo on Christmas night, and he fell asleep, and he traveled in time to 1967 again—to the night he was kidnapped by a flying saucer from Tralfamadore...
Billy saw the war movies backwards then forwards—and then it was time to go out into his backyard to meet the flying saucer. Out he went, his blue and ivory feet crushing the wet salad of the lawn. He stopped, took a swig, of the dead champagne....

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