"A
green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a
head. The green earflaps, full of large ears
and uncut hair and the
fine bristles that grew in the ears themselves, stuck out on either
side like turn signals indicating two directions at once. Full,
pursed lips protruded beneath the bushy black moustache and,
at their corners,
sand into little folds filled with disapproval and potato chip crumbs." -
John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces
"Toole is as irrevocably
tied to New Orleans as Faulkner was to Oxford, Mississippi. No
other
writer, native or otherwise, seems to have known the city as well
nor have been able to evoke its sights and sounds and smells as
powerfully as he."
- Kenneth Holditch, Another Kind of Confederacy
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