Um... yeah...
Now you might be wondering why in the world I would pick this precise quote instead of any of the other millions of quotes that are possibly more appropriate. Well, to put it frankly, it was because this part just really stood out to me. Not only because of its grotesqueness but because it just seemed so out of place that I knew it had to mean something. I mean, a respectable writer doesn't go around writing about excrement just because it amuses his inner 8 year old (poop... heh heh)
So then I started to dig deeper (oh god) and tried to relate this to the essence of Buddy's life. In the beginning, his life just seems to trail along. It was just drinking, sleeping, scaring customer [poop]less, and playing his loud jazz melodies. Then, BAM! The [poop] hits the fan (no pun intended(just kidding it totally was. (Woah! This is a parenthesis inside a parenthesis inside a parenthesis... Englisheption...))) and he disappears. This same abruptness can be related to the sudden tornado of [poop].
All jokes aside, I really do think there is a deeper meaning about this passage. It can't just be Crawley being like, "Oh hey. I like to poop." Wow, this has become one quality blog post. English teachers must just love it when they see how their students use the skills they learn in class to ramble on about poop.
I was about to comment, but then I saw that you haven't posted anything new, so I was going to press the backspace button when a sudden epiphany came up to my mind telling me that I should start reading my Spanish book, so I left this blog open on while I proceeded to read a couple of pages until I realized that I won't be finishing today, leading me back to my usual procrastinating self, in the event which I found this blog post open on my browser, on which I decided to comment on, as I have done right now.
ReplyDeleteNow I proceed to press the backspace button to find a better blog to comment on.