"The subsidiary theme in her correspondence is one urging me to come to Manhattan so that she and I may raise our banner of twin confusion in that center of mechanized horrors. If I’m ever really well I may make the trip. At the moment that little musky MInkoff minx is probably at some tunnel far beneath the streets of the Bronx speeding in a subway train from meeting to meeting on social protest to an orgy of folksinging or worse. Someday the authorities of our society will no doubt aprehend her for simply being herself."
De: John Kenedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces. p. 128