"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, sank into little folds filled with disapproval and potato chip crumbs."
If you both read this, or have read this, we're talkin' serious bonding.
"We must not question His ways," Ignatius said.
"Maybe not, but I still don't get it."
"The writings of Boethius may give you some insight."
"I read Father Keller and Billy Graham in the paper every single day."
Oh, my God!" Igantius spluttered. "No wonder you are so lost."
"Here," the old man said, opening a metal locker near the stove. "Put this on."
He took what looked like a white smock out of the locker and handed it to Ignatius.
"What is this?" Ignatius asked happily. "It looks like an academic gown."........