You could tell by the way he talked, though, that he had gone to school a long time. That was probably what was wrong with him.

Mothers got a hard road to travel, believe me.

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

I bet you cook good, huh?" Darlene asked. "Mother doesn't cook," Ignatius said dogmatically. "She burns.

Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?

Oh, New Orleans is such freedom.

Canned food is a perversion,' Ignatius said. 'I suspect that it is ultimately very damaging to the soul.