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Peter Walsh Irritates Me

  Peter Walsh Irritates Me Peter Walsh. Peter Walsh… Peter Walsh– PETER WALSH PETER WALSH!!! Hi everyone! Now that Peter's name is echoing through your head the way his words echo through Clarissa’s, I’d like to get into the core material of my blog, which assuming you read the title, won’t come as a surprise to anyone. I do NOT like Peter Walsh and actually find him quite annoying. Between his interrupting, annoying commentary, and menacing dirty looks, he really just… gets on my nerves, and if Clarissa ever saw anything in him, I’m not too sure why. Let me explain. Exhibit A: While Sally Seaton and Clarissa Dalloway are on the terrace during the “most exquisite moment of her whole life” (Woolf, 42) Peter interrupts by saying “‘star-gazing?’” (Woolf, 43). Mind you, Sally Seaton had just kissed Clarissa, causing her to feel ways she’s never expressed having felt before. This gets to the point where she even explicitly states that “the whole world might have turned upsid...

Howie and His Ties

Howie and His Ties The Mezzanine by Nicholas Baker is like broccoli. People look at it, assume they’ll hate it, (end up having to) read it, and realize they actually don’t. Or maybe they do, but those are what we call picky (r)ea(d)ters, so we’ll just disregard those opinions (all jokes, of course). After reading that, you might ask yourself, why am I defending Howie? Have I lost the plot? Am I really simping for a fictional man living in a city? Of course not. I’m defending him because I am Howie, and you are too. Dramatic? Maybe, but let’s be real, we all think about things that can be brushed off as “transient and trivial” (Baker, 120). However, if you’re going to dismiss staplers and shoelaces, you should also dismiss birth certificates, trophies, wedding rings, tombstones, and everything in between. But by doing that, you just become Marcus Aurelius, and that’s so much less fun than being Howie. Besides, if we never let ourselves observe simple everyday objects, never let our ide...