tympany beat, and the soundtrack filled with violins. The heroine and Ignatius opened their mouths simultaneously, hers in song, his in a groan. In the dark two trembling hands met violently. The popcorn bag exploded with a bang.
Ignatius is forced out into the world by his mother. He creates havoc at a pants factory, where he organizes the black workers into a “crusade for Moorish dignity.” Ignatius is partly motivated by his fury at his former girlfriend, Myrna Minkoff of the Grand Concourse, a political activist whose “only desire is to aid you in finding your true self-expression and contentment through satisfying, natural orgasm. . . . A good explosive orgasm would cleanse your being and bring you out of the shadows.” When Ignatius is fired from that job, he becomes a frankfurter salesman for Paradise vendors. He makes a sign for his weenie wagon: “twelve inches (12″) of paradise.” He tells a customer:




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