Easter Sunday

I was having a time of it trying to write something for Easter, but nothing was right. But three paragraphs from A Confederacy of Dunces seem to fit. I didn’t get to ask for permission yet, please don’t report me to the copyright police.

     “I read Father Keller and Billy Graham in the paper every single day.”

     “Oh, my God!" Ignatius spluttered. “No wonder you are so lost.”

     “Here,” the old man said... “Put this on.”

A note on the font. First paragraph is Lucinda Grande, a sporty little font full of piss and vinegar. The conversational font is trebuchet, mostly because it sound like it could be from New Orleans - you  know over by that place that they cook the sugar baked ham. Tomorrow, it's back to dusty Arial for me.