Inconceivable!

The word "certainly" is most certainly overused by Jeff and Melanctha (in pages 368-374 to be more exactly certain) around roughly 897 times, of this I am certain.

What's really ironic about the use of the word 'certain' and its forms is that they are delving into topics of conversation that have no certainty and are only temporary in their effects of defending off boredom. Even readers of this post may soon tire of my overuse of certainty because my post lacks the fullest certainty since its substance relies most certainly on certain assumptions of a certain author's certain meaning.

In other words, during this scene, we are feeling palpable boredom and tension in the air between the two characters who are really only there to care for Melanctha's mother. Jeff reads through the old papers and Melenctha just sits and stares for a while. Riveting stuff. This is more intense than watching grass grow. But when the conversation does kick up in some places, they talk about things on which they aren't certain of. Jeff proclaims to not be really affected by religion, but claims that it's good for some people; which Melanctha perceives as wishy-washy. It isn't until Melanctha eventually leaves on Pg. 374 that he begins to delve into what their conversations about life (and specifically towards the end: love), have actually meant and what he finds to be certain in them.

Perhaps, people have certainly tired of the word?