Thursday, March 29, 2012

The Most Sarcastic Essay I've Ever Written

I turned this in. Still not entirely sure why....but I got a 100 on it. I don't understand life.


A Analysis of Samuel Pepys Based on His Diary That No One Was Supposed to Read in the First Place

            After reading just a month’s worth of Samuel Pepys’ diary anyone and everyone with functioning cognitive skills will agree that Pepys generally sucked as a person. Sure, he was friendly enough to someone if they were not his wife or asking for his help, but he spent far too much time worrying about business and drinking. Not only that, but after reading a few entries, Pepys seems hypocritical as well. These are all characteristics noted in simply one short month of his diary, February 1665.

            For someone who claims to love his wife, Pepys sure does complain about her a lot. The first day of February he is making note of how he is already upset with her. “Going home I put in to an ordinary by Temple Barr and there with my boy Tom…being still angry with my wife for yesterday's foolery.” Pepys never actually goes into detail with what happened with his wife, just that he is angry with her for something. There is mention of him bickering with her again in his last entry of the month, “We parted after many high words very angry…” Not only this, but it is mentioned that he has cheated on her many times before, which is probably why she was always fighting with him. However, there is no mentioning of him having any extramarital relations during this month, because he swore off women. As noted on Valentine’s Day when talking about his valentine who is not his wife, “my oath preserved me from [losing] any time with her”. Wow. He swore off women for a whole month out of his entire life. What a trooper.

I'm Samuel. I'm a pompous doucheface.


            This goes on to point out his hypocrisy. Pepys claims to be a Christian, or at least he praises God every time his business is doing well enough for the reader to assume he is. For example, “…and I to my office to my month's accounts, and find myself worth L1270, for which the Lord God be praised!” Is he kidding? This would probably be more believable if he would be more willing to help his fellow man, stick to the “day of rest” idea on the Sabbath, and, oh yeah, not commit adultery or beat his wife. He truly is a classy fellow, this Samuel Pepys. A fantastic show of his classiness is when a friend asks Pepys to look after his daughter. Pepys ignores this request but still has his wife beat the little girl and “…then [they] shut her down into the cellar, and there she lay all night.” Real swell folks. Lord God be praised that the Pepys never reproduced.

            Samuel Pepys would probably be an absent father figure anyway, considering he spends all his time either at the office or out with his boys, particularly the one named after a lunch item. There could be a drinking game based on how many times Pepys writes “to the office” for an absurd amount of time. It is true, Pepys had a roaring social life, but this is probably because he left all of his less than flattering qualities in his diary at home.

            To conclude, it can be maintained that Samuel Pepys was something of a “Real Housewife” of his time. The only difference being that he was, in fact, a man. He had plenty of drama around him, many affairs, and decent finances (Praise be to God). With these kinds of assets, Pepys truly could have had a successful reality show in this century and be famous for absolutely nothing. Some would find these observations unfair, given that he had not known people would read the things included in his diary, therefore, not giving the whole story. However, it can be argued that had he known, he would not have been as truthful. Therefore, painting himself up to be an even more delightful person than he has already made himself out to be. It can be assumed, though, that Lord Samuel Pepys might be a quite a tad miffed if he knew how many people had read his diary thus far.



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