Chapter 4: Entry #2

“Out of the shower heads gushed scalding rain. The rain was a blowtorch that did not warm. It jazzed and jangled Billy’s skin without thawing the ice in the narrow of his long bones” (Vonnegut 58).  Billy is talking about when he took a shower in the prisoners’ camp.  Many people who live in regions with cold winters can relate to this. Last winter I can recall spending hours playing with my siblings outside. When I went inside, I decided to take a steaming shower. Although this shower was hot, I did not seem to be able to regain heat to my body. This is the same situation that Billy was in. He had just spent hours in the freezing cold, and when it came time for him to take a hot shower, his body responded the same way mine had when I took my shower. I like how he stated, “It jazzed and jangled Billy’s skin without thawing the ice.” To me, it sounds like his skin is having many little spasms as the water hits it. I have never really thought of it that way, but it seems like a very good comparison.