A Confederacy of Dunces

I do admire the terror which Negroes are able to inspire in the hearts of some members of the white proletariat and only wish (This is a rather personal confession.) that I possessed the ability to similarly terrorize. The Negro terrorizes simply by being himself;I, however, must browbeat a bit in order to achieve the same end. Perhaps I should hav

"I'm gonna make me another one, if you don't mind, sugar. I got problems."

Plunge the fork into my vital organs, if you wish. I will not wear that cap. Death before dishonor and disease."

I am going to pray to St. Martin de Porres, the patron saint of mulattoes, for our cause in the factory. Because he is also invoked against rats, he will perhaps aid us in the office, too.

Open your heart, Ignatius, and you will open your valve.

"We shall storm the office very shortly, thereby surprising the foe when his senses are still subject to the psychic mists of early morning."

"Hot dogs, ladies?" Ignatius asked pleasantly.

When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.

"Do you think that I am insane? Do you suppose that some stupid psychiatrist could even attempt to fathom the workings of my psyche?"