“Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms akimbo barring your path and spitting. I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing too” (Meagan Adler)

In trying to analyze the idiosyncratic and acutely conscious narrator in tonight’s reading I found myself analytically captivated by the idea of the formulaic “mathematical certainty” (pg.23) that man so desperately tries to retract from.  A particularly powerful part of the reading was when the narrator expresses, “Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms akimbo barring your path and spitting.  I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing too” (pg.23); I think that the narrator accepts nature and the impossibility of trying to defeat nature, but sees almost a hope in the idea of the impossible, in that “twice two makes five”.  I feel as if he writes to try to dissect himself and see himself through a clear perspective as opposed to seeing the endless intricate details that define him and his unrelenting consciousness.