Ignatius J. Reilly
The Bombastic Bard of the Backwater City
Oh, God, what now?
I was born into this benighted age not to fit in, but to denounce it. My mind is a cathedral of medieval thought; my body, alas, is too often wedged in a folding chair at Levy’s. I loathe jazz, despise progress, and find the masses intolerable — yet here I remain, a Socrates in a green hunting cap, offering my wisdom to the unworthy.
What I'm Into: Boethius' Consolation of Philosophy, the incompetence of modern man, my mother’s nervous palpitations, hot dogs eaten with a napkin, a world that refuses to understand me
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