Quentin

In the opening paragraph's of Quentin's chapter, I assumed he was completely... normal, for lack of a better word. But, after completing the first two pages or so of Quentin's narrative, I found his storytelling equally as distorted as Bengy's had been; he is constantly jumping through time because of different objects that trigger other events and memories.  He seems mentally ill to a certain degree in the way that his thoughts morph together with no sense of order or time. Throughout the chapter, Quentin relays the importance of time to the reader, or in his eyes, the unimportance of it. He possesses a watch, but never checks the actual time on the face. The only importance it has is the constant ticking that echoes throughout the entire chapter.