"I went to confession, Ignatius. I told Father everything. He says, 'It don't sound like your fault, honey. It sounds to me like you just took a little skid on a wet street.' So I told him about you. I says 'My boy says I'm the one stopping him from writing in his copybooks. He's been writing on this story for almost five years.' And Father says, 'Yeah? Well, don't sound too important to me. You tell him to get out the house and go to work.'"
"No wonder I cannot support the Church," Ignatius bellowed. "You should have been lashed right there in the confessional."
- From A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole