A Confederacy of Dunces

Gus Levy was a nice guy. He was also a regular fellow.

“I refuse to ‘look up.’ Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse. Since man’s fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery.”

My valve is screaming for appeasement.”

She had the determination, the superiority, that comes with intense anger.

Well, with the brains that girl’s got she’s lucky they haven’t shipped her off to the funny farm.”

“It’s not your fate to be well treated,” Ignatius cried. “You’re an overt masochist. Nice treatment will confuse and destroy you.”

“Myrna’s psyche is only capable of dealing with water in an oral context.”

You learnt everything, Ignatius, except how to be a human being.”

“Well, what do you want to do about it, Eleanor Roosevelt?”