As a rule, you see, I'm not lugged into Family Rows. On the occasions when Aunt is calling Aunt like mastodons bellowing across premieval swamps and Uncle James's letter about Cousin Mabel's peculiar behaviour is being shot round the family circle {'Please read this carefully and send it on Jane'} the clan has a tendency to ignore me. It's one of the advantages I get from being a bachelor - and, according to my nearest and dearest, practically a half-witted bachelor at that.
The narrator explains his position when family disputes arise, emphasizing that he tends to be excluded from the chaos. While family members engage in loud arguments, such as when Aunties bellow at each other and letters circulates detailing Cousin Mabel's strange behavior, he remains on the sidelines. This detachment seems to be a benefit of his status as a bachelor, which his family views with a mix of amusement and condescension.
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