A Confederacy of Dunces

A Confederacy of Dunces

“Where are you going now?” “Mr. Mancuso and his aunt, they gonna pick me up in a few minutes. We going down by Fazzio’s to bowl.” “What?” Ignatius screamed. “Is that true?” “I’ll be in early. I told Mr. Mancuso I can’t stay out late. And his aunt’s a grammaw, so I...
Symbols and Signs

Symbols and Signs

For the fourth time in as many years, they were confronted with the problem of what birthday present to take to a young man who was incurably deranged in his mind. Desires he had none. Man-made objects were to him either hives of evil, vibrant with a malignant...
Down Below

Down Below

During the whole time I was tightly tied to my bed, I had an opportunity to get acquainted with my strange neighbours; a knowledge which did not help me solve my problem, to wit: Where was I and why was I there? They came and watched me through the glass panel in my...
Identity

Identity

…in a world where our every move is monitored and recorded, where in department stores cameras watch you, where people constantly jostle you, where a person cannot even make love without being quizzed the next day by researchers and polltakers (where you make...