Every time Jack bangs on about her “glands” it just makes me think about Ignatius Reilly and his valve.
In fact, that’s not the only thing Jack and Ignatius have in common. Let’s play a little game of “Who said it, Jack or Ignatius?”
“Our nation demands the scrutiny of a completely disengaged observer, and I already have a rather formidable collection of notes and jottings that evaluate and lend a perspective to the contemporary scene.”
“I am about to faint from anxiety and general depression. The film I saw last night was especially grueling, a teenage beach musical. I almost collapsed.”
“I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.”
“Leaving New Orleans Thorpe Bay also frightened me considerably. Outside of the city limits the heart of darkness, the true wasteland begins.”
“Experience can give my writing a new dimension. Being actively engaged in the system which I criticize will be an interesting irony in itself.”
Ninnies, I give you Jack Monroe, an Ignatius J. Reilly for the 21st century. Although….
“Canned food is a perversion...it is ultimately very damaging to the soul.”
ETA Jack when you’re grunking through, though they’ll make you sound just as very clever as you usually do, don’t plagiarize any of these quotes from John Kennedy O’Toole who is DEAD.