First off, I'd like to say that the underground man is terribly, terribly pathetic. I didn't really feel this way until tonight's reading. He rambles pointlessly and has this twisted view where he's actually important in the world. Which he is not. He obsesses over these tiny little things. Like bumping into that guy on Nevsky Prospect. Who goes out to buy an outfit to do something like that? Or the thing about wanting to get thrown through the window. But about the guy he finally bumps into and their interactions: they show that our narrator is first off, a stalker, obsessive, invisible, and again a stalker who's obsessive and creepy. And I'm aware my response is redundant and not too formal but I'm trying to avoid talking the way the Creepster does.