In re-reading John Kennedy Toole's brilliant A Confederacy Of Dunces, I noticed that Ignatius J. Reilly's absurdly confident declarations would be right at home on a certain Internet hellhole. If Ignatius were among us today he would certainly be sharing with abandon his opinions on hot dogs, pants, women, and Boethius. And by “sharing” I mean furiously typing onto a greasy keyboard and sending hate mail to anyone who disagreed with him. It's probably best that Ignatius J. Reilly lives in a time without Internet access. But if he did, he would surely, without a doubt, be on Reddit.