Like two figures in the medieval Morality play, Pragmatism and Morality spar in the boxing ring of my brain.

When Fortuna spins you downward, go out to a movie and get more out of life. Ignatius was about to say this to himself; then he remembered that he went to the movies almost every night, no matter which way Fortuna was spinning.

In other words, you want to become totally bourgeois. You people have all been brainwashed. I imagine that you’d like to become a success or something equally vile.

I don’t drive. Will you kindly go away? I am waiting for my mother.

Please, go away!” Ignatius screamed. “You’re shattering my religious ecstasy.

They would try to make me into a moron who liked television and new cars and frozen food. Don’t you understand? Psychiatry is worse than communism. I refuse to be brainwashed. I won’t be a robot!

Look at that. She think I got siphlus and TB and a hard-on and I gonna cut her up with a razor and lif her purse. Ooo-wee.

I suspect that I am the result of particularly weak conception on the part of my father. His sperm was probably emitted in a rather offhand manner.

Oh, my God!” Ignatius bellowed from the front of the house. “What an egregious insult to good taste.

What is your opinion of a society that considers “Turkey in the Straw” to be one of the pillars, as it were, of its culture?