I completely agree
that this novel has gone so far in depth in the subject that it is trying to
discuss that it has flat out gotten lost in thought. You and I felt that
similar relationship with the narrator where we seem to be as puzzled as him.
But maybe this is something that the author is trying to do. Maybe he is trying
to get us as lost as he is to prove a point that he has to come. It is a
theory, I hope I am right, but we will find out sooner or later.
This sense of
confusion that is brought about by Pirsig has really become obnoxious. I think
you would agree with me when I say that the author is rambling at this point. I
hope that there is some point to all this and that it comes together at some
point but who knows. It is hard to really know what is going to happen. That in
itself leads back to the narrator’s most important point. Knowing that you
cannot know is really hard to accept. I think at this point as readers we are
going through the process of acceptance but have been unable to achieve it yet.
Maybe the whole point is to prove that we all have our own Phaedrus that haunts
us day in and day out, where we try to piece together who we are but are never
truly able to. Maybe statement like this come too early in the novel, and
should be left for later when a true judgment can be made.
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