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    “Ignatius, was you wearing that cap when you spoke to the insurance man?”
    “Of course I was. That office was improperly heated. I don’t know how the employees of that company manage to stay alive exposing themselves to that chill day after day. And then there are those fluorescent tubes baking their brains out and blinding them. I did not like the office at all. I tried to explain the inadequacies of the place to the personnel manager, but he seemed rather uninterested. He was ultimately very hostile.” Ignatius let out a monstrous belch. “However, I told you that it would be like this. I am an anachronism. People realize this and resent it.”
    “Lord, babe, you gotta look up.”
    “Look up?” Ignatius repeated savagely. “Who has been sowing that unnatural garbage into your mind?”
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John Kennedy Toole