Nonsense

"The Girl Pool", "Vin-Dit", "Hoon-yera mora-toorz", how could these three phrases be chapter titles in the same book? When the book is completely ridiculous, that's when.
Just as we think we are finally beginning to understand Vonnegut, or Jonah, or Sam rather, one of these three, whoever it may be, throws us another sentence along the lines of "Monzano in order to boost Monzano's popularity, 194-199, 216n.; childhood in compound of House of Hope and Mercy,  63-81..."(120).
But amongst all this nonsense, if we look close enough, we can catch the resemblance of some sense. Over there in the corner, do you see it? Vonnegut does not make it impossible to find, but neither does he have a neon arrow pointing us to its various locations. Perhaps he wants us to search for ourselves? And maybe the discovery process is part of our enlightenment? As readers we act as sieves, attempting to shift through the confusion to find pieces to grasp onto. I find the best tactic is to create a mental pool of sorts, one in which I place all the facts and ideas I obtain as I read. When a possible connection or truth emerges, I simply return to my pool and take a dip.