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"Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,' Ignatius belched, 'Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinity."
'Like a bitch in heat, I seem to attract a coterie of policemen and sanitation officials.'
"With the breakdown of the medieval system, the gods of chaos, lunacy, and bad taste gained ascendancy."
"So we see that even when Fortuna spins us downward, the wheel sometimes halts for a moment and we find ourselves in a good, small cycle within the larger bad cycle. The universe, of course, is based upon the principle of the circle within the circle. At the moment, I am in an inner circle. Of course, smaller circles within this circle are also possible."
John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces
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