A Confederacy of Dunces

“Only you would wear bowling shoes to your child’s sickbed.”

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

After a few minutes of conversation in which I established most easily my moral superiority over this degenerate, I found myself pondering once more the crises of our times.

Oh, Mother, if only you knew how cruelly I’ve been tricked by a conspiracy of sub-humans.

“Do you know that a national home decorating magazine wants to do a four-page color spread on this building?” Dorian asked. “If you had any sense, you would realize that that is the ultimate insult,” Ignatius snorted.

“My being has many facets.”

“Oh, I never guessed that you would be such a fun person to know. You were so hostile in that dreadful, tacky bar.”

You must realize the fear and hatred which my weltanschauung instills in people.”

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