I can't take it anymore

Unlike some of youse highbrow connoisseurs of fine literature, I tend to read whatever's lying around, like a clearance copy of 1916 by Morgan Llywelyn that Alex had picked up from work, on a whim I'm sure, because of it's subject matter.

I'm on page 177. On page 175 was this sentence : "He's a mathematics teacher from County Limerick. Name's Eamon de Valera. He's half Irish and half Spanish, but I heard somewhere he was born in America."

The main character's Ned, a scrappy young lad who survived the Titanic just to be subjected to clunky, expository dialogue such as this. Oh the humanity!